October 27, 2009

55er

Not a day goes by when I don’t think of you, alas, you’re far and gone now
Wonder when I shall get another glimpse of you!
Come to your salsa class or your home, the only way I can lay my eyes on you
My beloved darling,
My prized possession




Those pretty red dancing shoes…




(c) Aaarti 28th Oct '09
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10 comments:

  1. sriOct 27, 2009, 10:38:00 PM

    whoaaa!!! wow!! stand up ovation!!

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  2. gilsOct 27, 2009, 11:20:00 PM

    sooooooooooberu

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  3. G3Oct 28, 2009, 2:44:00 AM

    // Srivats said...

    whoaaa!!! wow!! stand up ovation!//

    Repeatae :))))

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  4. AartiOct 28, 2009, 3:26:00 AM

    Thanku thanku thanku....oh kind peepals... :)

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  5. VisheshOct 28, 2009, 6:16:00 AM

    good good :D

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  6. vimmuuuOct 28, 2009, 6:30:00 AM

    women ! women ! women !

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  7. ChakoliOct 28, 2009, 7:11:00 AM

    ooooh laalalllaa...
    somebody is back with full ON!!!
    Amazing..

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  8. VidyaOct 28, 2009, 1:29:00 PM

    Fantastic! :D

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  9. AnnamOct 30, 2009, 12:29:00 AM

    hi aarti madam i have used ur 55 post as link in my blog:( danksu

    b/w ur post was soopero sooper

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  10. RamNarayanSOct 30, 2009, 2:08:00 AM

    நன்று நன்று. Applies to certain dresses (LBD?) as well. :)

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