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  1. Devilish AngelDecember 19, 2016 at 11:07 PM

    Lovely...

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  2. RAKESH KUMAR SRIVASTAVA 'RAHI'December 19, 2016 at 11:36 PM

    Nice.

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  3. UnknownDecember 20, 2016 at 1:41 AM

    Touching!

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  4. Vishal BheerooDecember 21, 2016 at 2:13 AM

    Brilliant and powerful.

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  5. TeamgsquareDecember 21, 2016 at 10:53 AM

    Her tears has more power than any nuclear weapon in the world.

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  6. SoumyaDecember 22, 2016 at 8:05 AM

    Brilliant! Nothing like a drop of tear to unleash an ocean.

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  7. RachnaDecember 22, 2016 at 11:31 PM

    Beautiful, Saru! Such few words and so powerful in its meaning.

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  8. ParulDecember 23, 2016 at 4:07 AM

    Wow! Such words and meaning..

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  9. joshi danielDecember 23, 2016 at 2:03 PM

    super :)

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  10. AmitDecember 24, 2016 at 4:57 AM

    Really size doesn't matter. That is why your three-line composition carries so much emotion!

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  11. Maliny MohanDecember 25, 2016 at 9:51 PM

    Poignant lines, Saru.

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  12. RajDecember 26, 2016 at 6:59 AM

    Emotionally stirring and deep as usual! :)

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  13. DipanwitaDecember 26, 2016 at 11:29 PM

    So true. Size doesn't matter when it comes to emotional upheaval. So beautifully expressed Saru. :)

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  14. UnknownDecember 27, 2016 at 1:09 AM

    Few words but thoughtful and emotional! :)

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  15. Yogi SaraswatDecember 27, 2016 at 5:23 AM

    Beautiful words ! Few in quantity but rich in emotion and thoughts.

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  16. Rajeev MoothedathDecember 27, 2016 at 6:27 AM

    Very nice....

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  17. Purba chakrabortyDecember 27, 2016 at 1:00 PM

    Beautiful :)

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  18. UnknownDecember 27, 2016 at 4:53 PM

    So poignant! :')

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  19. Jyotirmoy SarkarDecember 27, 2016 at 8:49 PM

    Truth it is.

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  20. ArunDecember 27, 2016 at 9:24 PM

    Good One (y)

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  21. ekta khetanDecember 27, 2016 at 10:33 PM

    Size does not matters but teardrops does. Good one Saru!

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  22. sureshDecember 28, 2016 at 12:25 AM

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  23. RanjDecember 28, 2016 at 1:35 AM

    Hey, seriously it's wonderful :)

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  24. Sabyasachi PatraDecember 28, 2016 at 4:12 AM

    Lovely. Everything needs a right size. A drop of water to a seed, a pollen to a flower can lead to new life. Similarly a drop of poison, a word in anger can take a life.

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  25. K.A. AcharyaDecember 29, 2016 at 12:17 AM

    Wow! I love all your Hashtag stories :) Keep writing.

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  26. divsiDecember 31, 2016 at 7:01 AM

    AWWW! :) Another masterpiece saru :)

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  27. Prasad NpJanuary 1, 2017 at 6:18 AM

    OMG.. so many interpretations of those few words...

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  28. UnknownFebruary 14, 2017 at 2:17 AM

    lovely, touching piece. in fact totally relatable with me ;)
    by the way, I love reading you in doses of 2 or 3 posts at once.

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