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ANWE-ISM : TENET XV

The only certain thing about life is that it is uncertain.
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Unknown said…
ok!
diti here!
me alongwith some of your EEE frnds liked it.
feeling was just like as we knew it but couldnt express it before.
December 19, 2009 at 11:33 AM
Tulika said…
And certainly if you have nothing to comment, it proves how true the lines are.

Commenting:

"Hmm"
December 19, 2009 at 12:51 PM
Hemanth Potluri said…
uncertainty always leads to certainty in life..:)...nicely written sis :)..

urs..hemu..
December 19, 2009 at 2:06 PM
Keshi said…
true! who'd hv thought I'd stop blogging right? :) o the uncertainity of what we do today and what we might do tmrw!


Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to u Anwesa!

Keshi.
December 21, 2009 at 10:18 AM
Thousif Raza said…
true hai ji.... kulbil aur bilbul true hai.....




take care and keep writing..........
December 21, 2009 at 5:23 PM
The Other Hypocrite said…
Uncertainty teaches us a lot.. Probably that makes life the greatest teacher. Well said
December 28, 2009 at 1:15 AM
Anwesa said…
@kanha,
oh its you!!!!

thanks for coming here :)
January 8, 2010 at 12:53 AM
Anwesa said…
@[v],
:) the shorter,the sweeter :)
January 8, 2010 at 12:54 AM
Anwesa said…
@hemu,
thanks!!!!!!!!
January 8, 2010 at 12:55 AM
Anwesa said…
@keshi,
seasons' greetings to you too!!
January 8, 2010 at 12:56 AM
Anwesa said…
@jogi,
thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
January 8, 2010 at 12:57 AM
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