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No New Year Greeting This!

I need no occasion to wish you luck, no special date on which I remind you of how precious you are to me. As you tread into 2012, I continue to wish you peaceful mornings, busy afternoons and love filled nights. I wish that you will always have a place you would call your own, a shoulder you can lean on and always, always, someone to drive you home.

Dream on, for your dreams are my fodder, live life like it would last forever...

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  1. That is a beautiful greeting Rajesh.

    I wish you the same, and as much love and joy as your heart can hold. I hope the coming year is a wonderful one for you.

    Susannah x

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  2. Rajesh
    With gratitude for your writing and your photography, I wish you the very best New Year.
    Jerral

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  3. Thank you for stopping by and saying hello. For the past several months I have been taking care of things that I had ignored for too long, and I still have a lot to do. But now I am enjoying catching up with a few people scattered around this world of ours. After reading some of your writings I see common threads - concerns about injustice often coming from the government that is suppose to protect, a respect for others, a special place in the heart for our elders, quiet monets for introspection, and always, always the nurturing thread of laughter - it does help to get us through this passage of time.
    Best wishes for you throughout the new year.

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