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A personal note

Going away on holiday to India. It may be some time before new posts are up. Please excuse delay. Thank you.


Premalatha said…
Have a nice time:)
Anonymous said…
if the bloggers are plng to hv a meet in ur honour and u decide to attend
i will be there watching by the sidelines waving :)


p.s- dont forget to wave back :-)
Archana said…
Enjoy your trip back home :-)!
Anonymous said…
have a nice trip. was kinda hoping ud reach the 100 mark soon :-s ..any chance of that happenin before u leave?:D
LightRain said…
Will be waiting for you :)
post said…
hope you enjoy your holiday!
Anonymous said…
have a great time in India
-Jap (an Avid reader of your blog)
Raga said…
Have a great trip!
Anonymous said…
Have a great time...Am waiting impatiently for the "centurion" story
Shyam said…
Have lotsa fun - and come back with lotsa material for new posts! :)
Anonymous said…
who is moderating your comments while you're gone?
Have a memorable time.
thennavan said…
Enjoy your trip Ammani :-)
Anonymous said…
Welcome - 'am in chennai. 'Hope for an opportunity meet you and your child - tell him I like him more if he is a grown up boy.

VK said…
o m g...gonna miss this space for some time...anyways...have a whale of a time....
Anonymous said…
Dont know why, but I have a strange feeling that through out your trip to India, U will be seeing and thinking for the plot of your centurion quick tale.. Anyway, I hope U enjoy ur trip and get a lot of ideas and plots from our INDIA, the land of vivid dreams.
Nilu said…
I hope you castrate a few men there ;)
Shilpa said…
Have a nice trip !
Arya said…

Visiting your blog for the first time .... amazing stories
Will vist this space often
Have a good time in India

Anonymous said…
it's a gift to tell an ordinary story in an extraordinary way. it's what lets us know that life is special if we stop for a moment to look outside ourselves
LAK said…
Welccome home. Was hoping to see you reach your 100th tale soon.
Ecks Ridgehead said…
First time visit from me - I love the short stories! Just annoyed at having turned up just as you go away...
Gangadhar said…
Welcome to India..Have a great time here..
ghostwhoburps said…
Mmm. First time visit to your blog. Link sent by a pal. Nice writing, very economical. Lots of rage there though. What angers you, I wonder?
sophie said…
welcome to india
Anonymous said…
have a good time in india.
post said…
i miss your stories!
tilotamma said…
eppo varel thirrppi?
madhumitha said…
nice meeting with you ammani.
enjoyed very much with inner happiness abhi.
thanks ma:)

glad to c this blog

forgotten to sing a song
but ok
we feel one woman show yesterday
congrats abhi
Kiruba Shankar said…
Hi Ammani,

Are you already in Chennai. If so, give me a buzz at 98415 97744 or mail me at Kiruba [@] .

Let's meet up.
Aparna Menon said…
I daily come here and check to see if you have come back.

Hope you are having a great time in india. Do come back with lots of new story bits in your mind

Have a safe trip
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Kalthoon Tilakji said…

how are you? did you get my 'ME' email?
apu said…
Ammani, it was good meeting up! Hope to see you back online...
Ravages said…
Ammani, yeppo thirumbi varadha udhesam?
If you're still in Madras, would like to meet you this Saturday or the Sunday (31st Dec or 01 Jan 2006)


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