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Happy Diwali Ayesha....

May this diwali bring you a lots n loads of happiness,
and all your problem get bursted.....

I am at home, reached today morning only.
Bhai got a new car and i was surpirised to the core when he showed me, mind you he treated me like a king 2day ... :)

Dadi was not well from last 2 month, so was happy to see her and delighted that she still loves me a lot, (the way she hugged me jab maine pair chuha) infact more than ever ... :):) Got a lot of under ki baatein(gossip.. lol)

Mom was hell busy with household work, sayad diwali day.. hadn't talked much yet. I promised to get her new sofa this diwali, but unfortunately didnt kept my promise. :(:(:(

Didi and papa is all well. Didi made a beauiful rangoli at the entrance gate. And papa, as usual worried about my way of handling of finance.

Jennie completely narrated me the story of "What's Your rashee" n thats non-stop, and i didnt even dare to ask to stop, kyuki kabhi kabhi saamne wali ki khushi mein aap apni dukh bhul jaatein hai .....

Hannu seems to have gained some sort of matureness and sense of responsibility and respect. The way he welcomed me, the way he asked me to come his house, the way he responded to my query definetly supported my thoughts.

Ayesha, i knew ki you wont be wishing me and jaha tak mere wish karne ka sawaal hai, toh mein kar sakta tha, par ...................

Yaar, i really miss you a lot.

Dekh... bt don say ki dikha... u knw slowly n steadily u r entering in ma dna.. infact conquered a lot, i assure u ... Cum wit me, u wil hv gala time all along life... i may nt b best of d lot bt cn b d best 4 u.. al i wan cuming yrs 2 b blessed with love joy n companionship 4 all d yrs 2 cum


Date: 2/12/2008 10:50 PM



"It's not that I am afraid to move on, it's if I moved, who will love you as I do?"

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I don't know, why the hell i created this blog. May be its my affinity to you or ramification of my thought or something like this, that compels me to do. I know, its none of my business to poke my nose into you anymore, but i guess its my insatiable urge to rant, that will help me to get rid of my pragmatism.