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  1. UnknownFebruary 28, 2017 at 7:47 AM

    That should be the way. A good one!

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  2. SandhyaFebruary 28, 2017 at 10:19 PM

    Lovely words, Saru!

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  3. Lady FiMarch 1, 2017 at 4:54 AM

    Nicely written.

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  4. rupam sarmaMarch 2, 2017 at 1:06 AM

    So nice

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  5. Yogi SaraswatMarch 2, 2017 at 2:51 AM

    Lovely words Saru ji !! Your short poems says 1000 words !!

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  6. Rahul BhatiaMarch 3, 2017 at 1:52 AM

    The magic of Words, Saru:)

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  7. RatMarch 4, 2017 at 6:46 AM

    Good one.

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  8. AkaMarch 7, 2017 at 5:22 PM

    She's one smart girl...well-written Saru.

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  9. sathishMarch 8, 2017 at 11:12 AM

    provocative...
    Happy Women's day.

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  10. D.NambiarMarch 12, 2017 at 11:28 PM

    Resilience!
    Something to admire. :)

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  11. KalpanaMarch 14, 2017 at 11:02 PM

    awwww - so sad. But I hope she cried when she was alone and not wearing mascara. Nothing like a good cry to get the feelings out of you and then to forget.

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  12. Saru SinghalMarch 16, 2017 at 9:21 PM

    Everyone - Thanks for reading and your lovely comments ❤

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  13. UnknownApril 25, 2017 at 10:30 AM

    Great one. Liked it.

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