tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14178965.post127388833053345967..comments2023-05-25T14:55:41.339+05:30Comments on Woman with Parasol: Cut, open and dryRachita Bansalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100420857966921005noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14178965.post-61497827697381815572009-04-16T17:50:00.000+05:302009-04-16T17:50:00.000+05:30interesting, got me thinking :)interesting, got me thinking :)Rajatnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14178965.post-52095438764241301312009-03-31T18:26:00.000+05:302009-03-31T18:26:00.000+05:30Take care- Garnier :)Take care- Garnier :)Vitalstatistikshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01849423540015083784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14178965.post-8474256224034652352009-03-31T11:03:00.000+05:302009-03-31T11:03:00.000+05:30sometimes blood sometimes tears.. arjun, my sentim...sometimes blood sometimes tears.. arjun, my sentiment exactly. u got me bang on! its weird how we co-relate two seemingly disconnected things and converge them to feel or read alike. it is even stranger that morbidity can be associated with love.Rachita Bansalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01100420857966921005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14178965.post-79704615949036662222009-03-31T10:52:00.000+05:302009-03-31T10:52:00.000+05:30i used to hate cuts....... but i got em all the ti...i used to hate cuts....<BR/>... but i got em all the time...<BR/>... sometimes it was blood, sometimes tears<BR/>.. then i learned that they did me good in their own morbid kinda way.... helped me move on!Arjunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01203981203578698788noreply@blogger.com