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I am just drying them yaar...



The table where i hardly sit and study (the flowers have a story though)



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Unknown said…
i liked the study table the best!! Ek photo fishies k bhi daal deti to puraane din aur bhi yad aa jaate..
29 October, 2008 05:49
Princess Fiona said…
nice snaps! for the one with those poor little guys hanging by their ears... awwww!
30 October, 2008 18:39
Still learning... said…
Can I borrow that cute little nice purplish elephant... grrrrrr... next time I'll take it....
and those little guys should be hanged by rope....till their last breath... he he he...
will take that also...
thanks dear.. u r so geneorus..
01 November, 2008 14:16
Invictus said…
well well, i see my plane still hanging up there....:)
02 November, 2008 08:12
Shazia said…
@ Shilpy
Yaar fishes to baar baar mar jaati hain. Ab hum nahi layenge.

@ Monika
I gave the 3 of them a big hug after they were completely dry. :)

@ AB
Kitne bure ho tum! If i beat up my children, its ok. I dont want anybody else to do the same. Aur woh purple elephant hum tumko kya, kisi ko nahi denge. Woh special hai. Actually ye sab mere liye special hain. Tum to door hi rehna un sabse. Samjhe?

@ Senthu
Your plane will be at the same wall till i am here. And it will find a place wherever i go next. Ask me after 10 years. And i will still have it. :)

(P.S. Only if my kids don't tear it apart. )
02 November, 2008 14:11
Still learning... said…
This is bad dear... u'r purplish cute sa nanha sa appu haathi is longing to stay with me... dont hurt his feelings...
come appu we will play .. say bye to shazu....
thanks dear for being so generous....
AB
02 November, 2008 19:05
JC said…
i never knew that you sit on tables and not on chairs...
04 November, 2008 18:10
Shazia said…
@ Abhay
That haathi is mine. I can kill for it!

@ Jeet
Bahut smart ho!!!
11 November, 2008 19:40
Still learning... said…
dekha haathi ne tumhe kitna hinsak bana diya hai....

Anyways lets have a deal...
You will give me haathi and in lieu of that I'll take haathi...
I think u'll definetly agree with this point. So I'm waiting for it...
Thanks dear...
U r so good...
:)
AB
11 November, 2008 20:42
Shazia said…
Abhay,

I am surprised to know how fair you are. But my stand is the same. That haathi is mine.
11 November, 2008 21:43
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