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jhoom barabar..

when each day pans out the way you design/dream/want it to be... the effect can be quite dramatic..and weirdly gunde pindudi..

if this blog could have talked back to me..it would have say...ravi..you are completely drunk on happiness.. not to put a dampner on all the good things which can happen..but the tank is still running pretty full after 70 happy days :-)

happys.. its a strange word and an even stranger concept... you suddenly dont miss your best friends..and you are still happy..you dont miss your family..you are still happy.. you have a beer..you are happy.. the same things that would have made me depressed are happily danciing in front of my eyes..double glass layered eyes....

70 and ticking..

its for me..its a no-brainer.. its for you