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When the world seems to be a lousy place.. (post 17)


And when the world seems to be a lousy place when nobody loves me, when I get shouted at for no fault of mine, when I just feel like running away, I just crawl under the table and lie still, waiting for the feeling to pass.

And sometimes, my mummy crawls in there and stays with me. (and she always stays till I feel better)
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  1. Nice Dog!!!!
    What's her name?? U never mentioned earlier..



    Cheers,
    Prabhu...

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  2. lots of love..lostris and preeti

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  3. Awwww.. <3<3 Two of you make the pic beautiful :-). Lostris description shows,how pampered she is !!:-) Doesn't Atul and Purvi get jealous of your third baby at times? ;-)

    Regards,
    Nitu

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  4. Wow Preeti you are an amazing writer. If anyone would ask me whom do you admire the most??? I will just say aloud.. Preeti shenoy * my favourite and inspiring author*

    Thanks,
    Sneha

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  5. Such a cute pic :) Lostris must have made you feel better instantly.

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  6. Love u PS your book has inspired me a lot....life is what you make it made me...want to live in this world and to fight for what I underwent
    Thank you

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  7. awwwww--loved the last line :)

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  8. I can connect with this feeeling.....i just go out for a long walk to feel better :) nice pic anyway . uh r great author keep going ^_^

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