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Hello! I have been really busy recently. I have suffering from all sorts of blocks...

But there is news. I am writing for a home designing website now- www.home-designing.com and B'Khush, an online mag has asked to post my blogs there! So this week I had two new things... I am kinda happy too but too busy to celebrate! Sigh...


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  1. krishan rathee20 September 2009 at 16:09

    very good, always be happy , god bless you u are really doing a very well work.

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  2. Tongue-fu Lady20 September 2009 at 20:48

    congratulations!

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  3. ani_aset20 September 2009 at 21:08

    badhiya hai :)

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  4. R. Ramesh20 September 2009 at 22:55

    very good, always be happy , god bless you...lemme repeat krishan's good comment..gr8 going friend.cheers

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  5. Mihir20 September 2009 at 23:35

    good going nikki :)
    happy for you.

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  6. sujata21 September 2009 at 00:26

    Great, be busy, be happy!!What about garba?

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  7. Tiger21 September 2009 at 13:15

    Good to see you busy. Good luck. Do give those links on your blog too.

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  8. As the Mind Meanders21 September 2009 at 13:35

    Congratulations Nikki

    But I wanna see a proper post on this blog :-(

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  9. Fun Teens21 September 2009 at 13:40

    good design!

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