I cant forget…..

Every doll I’ve ever had
My first day at primary school
Winning the first prize in the frog race
The magic show Pappa took me to
Evenings in school days
Long walks with a friend
Secrets
Weddings in the family
Singing competitions in school
Boredom in summer holidays
Dramatics club and Playfest
Learning to ride the bicycle
Early mornings in class ten
Birthday treats, movies and eatouts with friends
Diary entries
Sunset at the beach
Rainy nights

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Anonymous said…
neither can i forget those


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8:16 AM
Venkatesh Mallya said…
I really doubt on u winning a frog race.. Next time we meet, u game for a frog race with me? Lets see if ur past experiences come in handy for u.. ha ha..
4:09 AM
Vinaya said…
@ ven.... i won that frog race...i can show u the certificate ;-)
7:36 AM
Anonymous said…
Great work.
8:23 AM
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