#VerbalCalamity

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  1. Ranjana's craft blogDecember 28, 2015 at 12:30 AM

    Words make lot of difference!

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  2. Purple Assassin.December 28, 2015 at 1:07 AM

    I used to think that it's a blessing, the fact that we as humans, can speak.

    Then I realized I was living a myth.

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  3. UppalDecember 28, 2015 at 8:20 AM

    Words are a double edged sword!

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  4. sunaina sharmaDecember 28, 2015 at 11:12 AM

    beautifully drawn....the storm of emotions....

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  5. Pebble In The Still WatersDecember 29, 2015 at 10:29 PM

    How is the weather now? :-)

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  6. RachnaDecember 29, 2015 at 11:47 PM

    Haven't we all suffered thus? Verbal calamity -- I love the play of words here.

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  7. Yogi SaraswatDecember 30, 2015 at 12:59 AM

    Words are like a sharp edged sword sometime .

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  8. Amit AgarwalDecember 30, 2015 at 1:08 AM

    Simply wow!

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  9. UnknownDecember 30, 2015 at 4:44 AM

    So edgily penned. :)

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  10. RajeshDecember 30, 2015 at 9:52 AM

    Good one.

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  11. RakeshDecember 30, 2015 at 11:16 AM

    It's so beautiful, Saru! I love these Words series! Thank for activating the comments option! :)

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  12. UnknownDecember 30, 2015 at 12:08 PM

    Very true and wonderful thought process.
    :-)

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  13. Purba chakrabortyDecember 30, 2015 at 3:14 PM

    You've expressed it so perfectly :)

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  14. Kokila guptaDecember 31, 2015 at 1:58 AM

    Can visualize the verbal assault. Perfect!

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