A man is lucky to be the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky to be the last love of a man.
-Charles Dickens

What an exact statement!!!!!

Comments

Jaggy said…
Why this sudden Quote?
2:22 PM
Unknown said…
Ya... For a woman a man is everything..right from ATM to a shoulder to cry on.. For a man.. he is peaceful if no one disturbs him.. ;) ask the married they know the value of space and freedom...hehehehe
11:11 PM
Manoj said…
@ Janani...

Very true... my wishes to u to get a husband who is capable of managing atleast 4 or 5 wives... :D

ENJOY!!!

btw, nee edhuku idha inga potta?
3:53 AM
Janani said…
@ Manoj
Nee thaan da enn close friend.. Thnx a lot Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr..... :x

@ Bricktop
Che.. ungalai ketkalam nu thought.. But no epxerience.. Seri will ask somebody and post their reply

@ Jaggy
Enn nu therincha thaan Comment pannuvingala???
11:45 AM
Serendipity said…
lol hmm better that way na ;)
5:14 AM
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