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  1. RajMay 5, 2017 at 11:38 AM

    Lovely. :) I am amazed as to how you do it. Such a deep impact in so few words.

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  2. sathishJuly 2, 2017 at 8:57 AM

    i know that's you signature

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  3. ManiparnaMarch 9, 2018 at 3:43 PM

    So much said in so few words!

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  4. Anagha YatinMarch 9, 2018 at 10:22 PM

    Eight words, one numeral, one comma and two full stops...And there is a story that can well be a novel! Amazing!

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  5. Yogi SaraswatMarch 9, 2018 at 11:40 PM

    कम शब्दों में गहरी बात !! बढ़िया

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  6. UppalMarch 10, 2018 at 3:11 AM

    Memory aches!

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  7. pushpendra dwivediMarch 10, 2018 at 4:03 AM

    heart touching

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  8. Kokila guptaMarch 10, 2018 at 4:26 AM

    Achingly true...☺

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  9. Jyotirmoy SarkarMarch 10, 2018 at 9:16 AM

    Short but awesome.

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