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If you aren't a blogger, at least marry one!

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  1. Could you eloborate it, please?

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  2. What and spoil the one-liner? :-p

    Why should anybody elaborate something as simple as a thought for the day?

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  3. looks like i'm gonna have to quit blogging. damn.

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  4. :)Hmmm well could it be Sudipta trying to imply something about himself?

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  5. At the very least ask one out on Valentine's day, right? :)

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  6. Manasa, naah, thodi apne testing ki dimag lagaao!! :D

    Hari, exactly! :)

    Galadriel, why, interested in another blogger? :P

    Syrals, could be, you never know ;)

    Harshdeep, of course! Damn I should have written this one! :)

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  7. whats this obsession with promoting blogging?..:)..

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  8. so are you proposing HER on this blog ? :O :D

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  9. he he...wonder what brought that about.

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  10. Pallavi, part of it, proud of it! :)

    Sweet Alien, let us hope that at least I will be able to come up with better ways of proposing than this lame-ass one-liner on a blog.

    Vamsee, oh well... cause and effect: what goes round comes around ;)

    BTW, long time no see on this blog!

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  11. Ships, hey long time no see! And thanks :)

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