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Why do I feel 24? :)

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  1. Why do you look 18? :)

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    1. Haha..Saurabh I love you :D :D By the way Saurabh is a character in 'It happens for a reason.'

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  2. Happy Birthday! .. Because you think you are ;) :)

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    1. Hidden passions: No..I don't think it. I feel it :))

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    2. How very sweet..:):) do you see any difference in when you were actually 24 and feel 24 :) - is there any possibility of you writing another post in the near future :).
      Between, I may not comment on every post of yours unless I feel like, but I do enjoy reading and looking forward for new posts every day during your blog marathon.

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  3. You are so beautiful but that's not why I love you :D Be young, be alive, keep writing and making us happy.

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    1. Thank you Iqbal. i love you too :)

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  4. ...coz age is just a number :)

    Wish you a very Happy Birthday. Hope you enjoyed the day :)

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    1. Mansi--yes, Age is indeed just a number. Yes. I had a great day. thank you!

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  5. Happy birthday Preeti. The world's a blessed, love-filled and more joyous place for all the love, compassion nd understanding you offer through your words. Keep at it... stay blessed... lots and lots of wishes!!

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    1. Thank you Shubha. Your words mean a lot.

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  6. when your soul is content,there is everything your heart desire,the happiness gets reflect on your face:)

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    1. So true that Alka--my soul is indeed content.

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  7. Many more happy returns o the Day :)

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  8. Happy birthday Preeti! Stay blessed :)
    P.S: You look beautiful :*

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  9. Happy Birthday ma'am, you are in the reverse mode of ageing..

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  10. Happy Birthday ma'am, you are in the reverse mode of ageing..

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  11. Happy Birthday ma'am, you are in the reverse mode of ageing..

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  12. Wish you a very happy birthday madam.

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  13. Charming! Happy Birthday Preeti !

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    1. I love you too heartfelt :))

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  15. Belated birthday wishes

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