Finally...Holiday

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Hello blogger pals,


I am off to a much needed sabbatical. A nine days long holiday...woohoo! Hehe. I am off to Kolkata from tomorrow till the 4th. I may or may not post stuff from there. Promise to be back with a lot of stories and pics! 







Bye bye!

Comments

  1. ZB24 November 2009 at 22:14

    njoi and have fun.you have been working very hard lately. Take a break... :D

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  2. As the Mind Meanders24 November 2009 at 22:34

    Have fun mate... and happy birthday.. belatedly :-(

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  3. R. Ramesh24 November 2009 at 22:58

    enjoy buddy..bring some mishti dhoi and rasgullah...let's all have it when v meet in mumbai hopefully hehehe

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  4. blunt edges24 November 2009 at 23:00

    have fun :)

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  5. Nikki24 November 2009 at 23:30

    @ As the Mind Meanders

    Hey thanks! Where have you been?

    @ ZB

    thanks ya! I am so excited!

    @ R. Ramesh

    I will get all that! :) See you soon.

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  6. Rashmi25 November 2009 at 10:10

    WOW!!!
    Chalo finally you're moving somewhere...have loads of fun baby...take care love ya muaahs :)

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  7. Dhiman25 November 2009 at 11:17

    Name 'Kolkata' brought a big smile :D ... have a nice vacation and yes would be looking forward to the pics of dear old city :)

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  8. Arv25 November 2009 at 20:16

    Have a lovely time :)

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  9. Aparna27 November 2009 at 19:44

    Please have some aloo kabli and phuchka for me. Have a blast.

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  10. Dhirubhai2 December 2009 at 21:13

    late at posting.. hope u r having fun!! have a nice time!!

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  11. Impressionist2 December 2009 at 21:16

    Have fun Nikki!!

    -I

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  12. Standbymind7 December 2009 at 14:48

    Gave fun Nikki

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  13. R. Ramesh10 December 2009 at 18:02

    nikkkkiii gr888 2 c u back...sure all fine...hope to catch up with u monthend..i have booked for mumbai last wek of dec...c ya cheers

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  14. अनिल कान्त :11 December 2009 at 20:11

    तो कब वापस आ रही हैं आप अपने ब्लॉग पर

    मेरी कलम - मेरी अभिव्यक्ति

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  15. R. Ramesh13 December 2009 at 21:38

    buddy where r u and H? stay connected..cheers:)

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  16. ani_aset16 December 2009 at 16:17

    ab to khatam bi ho gai chutti :D

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