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  1. nice to have the glimpse of maternal love...

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  2. Happy birthday to Atul!! :-)super like the pic n the little poem.

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  3. 15 yrs ... Ahh what a lovely bitter-sweet age !
    Happy Birthday Atul !

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  4. A very happy birthday to Atul!!
    Lovely pic :)

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  5. Happy Birthday Atul. God Bless you dear .

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  6. convey my Wishes too :)

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  7. and you look so Elite in the photo...

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  8. happie b'day Atul :) god bless :)
    @preeti : u have finally put up ur kid's pic!!! :) atul on ur blog n purvi on outlook :) hoping to see a group pic of ur lovely family soon :) have loads of fun with ur son today n forever :)

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  9. Happy Birthday to him! This is such a lovely picture of the two of you. :-)

    Shankari

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  10. Happy birthday dear Atul!
    That's a wonderful photo of you two! :)

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  11. Super pic--Happy bday to your baby boy!

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  12. Lovely pic.... and lovelier message!

    Many many happy returns Atul :)

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  13. He's a saggitarian too!! :) Awesome!!
    And that's a nice picture of the two of you. :)

    "Happy birthday Atul, may you have a wonderful year and loads of happiness! :)"

    Love,
    Dhriti.

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  14. awwww... such a cute pic,... happy birthday to atul...

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  15. Happy birthday Athul. Have a great year ahead :)

    Lovely pic and beautiful lines Preethi.

    Cheers :)

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  16. Thats such a cute picture... Best wishes to Atul!
    Been a silent follower(and admirer) of your blog for a long time...thought its high time I commented as well !

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  17. the pic makes me go awwwwwwwww. Happy Birthday Atul!

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  18. Happy birthday !!God bless you :)

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