tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372925.post6156423878498833211..comments2009-09-07T08:25:28.025+05:30The Ketchup Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064255148939739911noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372925.post-67816573155836388122009-09-05T16:11:03.348+05:302009-09-05T16:11:03.348+05:30very nice ! enjoyed it !Discovering Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02529618268788605646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372925.post-72132240862799244012009-08-31T06:31:41.598+05:302009-08-31T06:31:41.598+05:30@IK: WW must be turning in his grave with your comment. :D<br /><br />@M4: oh yeah, this one commodity, u can stock up as much as u wish to. Though philosophers will say- move on with life, there is no present, past or tomorrow. or that we are all iving in a matrix like simulated reality- so no real memories. :D. I am glad i dont subscrbe to either philosphies. <br /><br />@Pat: oh yah babe, totally. The husband decided to &#39; rest&#39;. read &#39;sleep&#39; through weekend. In such times, these happy thoughts helps me maintain my sanity. :D<br /><br />@Tracerrrrrrrrrrrr: Oye, i thought u had phorjotten me. But i will never get tired of your bhery niccce u see. But tracer never says such kind words..i think thats your problem. This blog will attact a comment from u only if i write something totally senseless or wicked. :p<br /><br />@Miss M: thanks :). Glad u liked it. I am guessing u liked the bong bit. :D<br /><br />@kiran: Somosas are good. better than wistful thoughts. Thanks for stopping by :)<br /><br />@Rupz: Thank you. Thank You. Thank You.The Ketchup Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064255148939739911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372925.post-70041899859050494862009-08-31T04:46:54.864+05:302009-08-31T04:46:54.864+05:30beautiful beautiful beautifulRupzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052503028947278267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372925.post-58618339112471834522009-08-31T03:30:06.831+05:302009-08-31T03:30:06.831+05:30Nice way to reminisce the Saturday afternoons.. Mine is usually filled with coffess/tea&#39;s with samosa or fritters *in my dreams, of course*!!<br /><br />http://kirantarun.comKiranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08887489356117380490noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372925.post-87916882157373021282009-08-30T22:13:05.665+05:302009-08-30T22:13:05.665+05:30Beautiful!<br /><br />Btw, I have read your blog before but never commented. Totally loved your previous post! :)Miss Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973889004395750987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372925.post-18652574549163345562009-08-30T15:47:35.016+05:302009-08-30T15:47:35.016+05:30i&#39;m tired of writing &quot;v nice&quot;... but this one touched a chord... :)Tracer Bullethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04993170192537019462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372925.post-32836998002050666942009-08-30T12:00:56.313+05:302009-08-30T12:00:56.313+05:30Lovely post... Happy memories are always welcome.. and change your mood instantly...Patricia Torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279007811626416052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372925.post-76989989856727838672009-08-30T00:45:05.255+05:302009-08-30T00:45:05.255+05:30Lovely! <br /><br />&quot;Let the memory, live again&quot;.<br /><br />There comes a point in our lives when our memories will keep us happy; when they&#39;ll be all we have. It&#39;s never too late, or too early to be stocking up on them...Mamma mia! Me a mamma?http://www.blogger.com/profile/04136269509737254271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372925.post-17563074067866113552009-08-29T17:53:01.860+05:302009-08-29T17:53:01.860+05:30as they say, some memories are best left dead. the rest lives a life with you....... btw, you seeking to saturate in some memroies trying to make a bland day worth while, comes right out of WW... <br /><br />&quot;for oft when on my couch I lie<br />In vacant or in pensive mood,<br />They flash upon that inward eye<br />Which is the bliss of solitude&quot;<br /><br /><br />great poets think alike.... :Pindranilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259432457347669885noreply@blogger.com