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A good drive (blog marathon post 19)

On some days, nothing really beats a good drive.
And being driven around by your son, is icing on the cake.
The cherry, being the fact that it was I who had taught him how to drive.



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  1. Another avathar of preethi apart from a suceesfull and loved author is proud mom :).. Nice click.. :)

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  2. Another avathar of preethi apart from a suceesfull and loved author is proud mom :).. Nice click.. :)

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  3. Wow! Such a cool pic, Preeti! You are a super mom!

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  4. What a lovely way to start the week!! I didn't get a chance to read blog marathon on a daily basis due to hectic holiday schedule!:)) But, I waited patiently till 4th to have my fill because I was sure I will not be disappointed!! Each and every blog post is truly thoughtful and personal!You have a way with words, pics, poems and even animals. Keep writing. Have a beautiful year and many more blog post to come!

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  5. Lovely click Preeti.Nothing like being driven by your kids.

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  6. Pretty.. B.E.A.U.Tiful..!!! :)

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