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You and I (no.3). Post 11

Sometime back I had drawn a 'You and I' series, on the back of my old business cards. I had put up only about six of those. Today's post is three more  'You and I's.' (I am in a lovey-dovey mood today :-) )



For more 'You and I's click here.

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  1. So very cute. Cuter than Hum Tum!:)

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  2. So cute they are...

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  3. Plizzz to send me 1000 flowers !!!

    Lovely.

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  4. lovely !! May be I should make some bookmarks like these with my kid and gift it to family ..what say ?

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  5. Read the earlier ones too - all sure to bring a prompt smile on the face! A hand-written message (esp. such sweet ones) is well-worth a 1000 printed cards!
    Satish sure is lucky! ;)

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  6. so sweet!!! nice!!!luv ur creative mind!!!... i am also in a lovely mood today.. but if i sit with my old business cards and think of something nice.. nothing comes out.. :)..may be i should try painting something.. BTW you are not planning portraiture classes? am waiting to hear on that..i want to be able to paint faces.. or do them with charcoal .. any tips or links pls do share.. pls do reply to my mail id sangeethapradeep@gmail.com

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  7. Those are very original thoughts. And very poetic too.

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  8. Nice one, Preeti!
    Very cute!

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  9. Cute....lovely...romantic!!!!!!!
    I just wonder....u are so creative!!!!
    :) :) :) :)

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  10. simple but cute and lovely..

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