Florigraphy is the language of flowers.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
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That wasn't serendipity. That's destiny. My mother wasn't there anymore. It's stark, pitch-dark. Colossal, abysmal despair. Then, I found her: My Lightning Bug. -- For my Print and E-books: Go here, please: http://pothi.com/pothi/ Here's my E-mail address: maqsoodqureshi@gmail.com
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Your selection of pics is interesting!
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Yep. They always have this touch of reality in them..
waisay tumeh nahi lagta kay tum kuch sanjeeda si ho gayi ho? -- haa umr kay saath saath mein haqiqat-pasand hota gaya --
lol..yeah, guess everyone is growing old..aur shahid is leya mei be haqiqat pasand ho gaye houn ?
LOL haa baatow mein sanjeedagi jhalak rahi hai -- lekin kya pata yeh bhi ek shararat hi ho?
Trust..your next post word should be "Trust"..
Trust? aray yeh kis imtayhaan mein daal diya -- acha koshish karuga --waisay etni bayzaar si kyu ho? --
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