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ANWE-ISM : TENET XVI

God is within us. Only we take time to realize His presence.
*******Merry Christmas !!!!!!!!********
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Priya Joyce said…
Great...
Wisdom is overflowing outaa Annu :P


Merry Christmas dear :)
December 25, 2009 at 1:06 AM
Nikhil Menon said…
wonderfully true!!!! :)

Merry Xmas]]

love,
Nikhil
December 25, 2009 at 10:41 AM
Tulika said…
Very True.

Merry Christmas Anwesa di!!!
God Bless You.
December 25, 2009 at 11:30 AM
Thousif Raza said…
very true. and may his presence always be upon u with no sorrow ever...



take care and keep writing..........
December 25, 2009 at 9:03 PM
Hemanth Potluri said…
thats awesome.. and wish u merry christmas :)..

urs..hemu..
December 25, 2009 at 10:06 PM
aayanman said…
nice blog, enjoyed reading a couple of your posts.
Have a good year ahead.!:-)
December 26, 2009 at 9:34 AM
Rià said…
nice line dear!! *hugs*
December 26, 2009 at 5:09 PM
Anonymous said…
Easily I assent to but I think the brief should prepare more info then it has.
December 27, 2009 at 10:11 PM
The Other Hypocrite said…
According to me "God" probably is that belief which we have in ourselves, and the support around us, our parents. So, despite being an atheist, I agree with this tenet of yours :)
December 28, 2009 at 1:30 AM
Phoenix said…
philosophical but so true..something that i believe too! :)

nice to be back in this place! :)

merry christmas
December 28, 2009 at 5:57 PM
Lucifer said…
ahhh now do u believe why i keep tellin everyone to worship me
December 31, 2009 at 3:38 PM
Anwesa said…
@lil' priya,
:) :) :)
January 8, 2010 at 12:19 AM
Anwesa said…
@MM,
:) merry xmas!!! :)
January 8, 2010 at 12:20 AM
Anwesa said…
@tuli,
:)
thanks dear!!!
January 8, 2010 at 12:20 AM
Anwesa said…
@thousif,
thanks!!!!!!!
January 8, 2010 at 12:20 AM
Anwesa said…
@hemu,
thanks!!!!!!
January 8, 2010 at 12:21 AM
Anwesa said…
@gyanban,
thanks!!! good to have you here...
January 8, 2010 at 12:33 AM
Anwesa said…
@ria,
thanks!!!

hugs :)
January 8, 2010 at 12:34 AM
Anwesa said…
@anonymous,
cudn't get you...
January 8, 2010 at 12:34 AM
Anwesa said…
@jogi,
:) its a great definition you know ? thanks for being here :)
January 8, 2010 at 12:35 AM
Anwesa said…
@phoenix,
:) thanks wifey!!!!!!!!!!
January 8, 2010 at 12:36 AM
Anwesa said…
@mayz,
:)

are you God ? :O
January 8, 2010 at 12:36 AM
Anwesa said…
@harshita,
:) :)
thanks ji!!!
January 8, 2010 at 12:37 AM
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