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Butterfly Award

Hey… this is my first award in the blog-o-sphere. I should thank Prabhu for having thought that I deserve this. And I cannot say how very much Iappreciate this... and .... Its rather turning out to be an acceptance speech of some sort, ain't it?? :)... So, I will just stop and say, thank you. :)


Rules:
1. Put the logo on the blog.
2. Add a link to the person who presented it to you.
3. Pass this one, and link other bloggers that you'd like to share it with.

And having accepted it and made my blog a little colourful, I would like to pass this on to:

Puri – for her telugu blog
Su – the prevaricator he is…
Soumya – some memories are hard to cling onto – so she puts them in fabulous words…
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Purnima said…
Thanks so much dear! But coolest and me?! Think again :P

And yeah, congratulations!
November 23, 2008
Mahita said…
@Puri,
Mmm, need not think dear, u know very well know that u r darn good... or do i need to start a vote in ur blog??? to prove it??? :D...

@Prabhu,
:D, thank U...
November 23, 2008
Usha Pisharody said…
Congratulations Mahita!!!

Glad to see the butterfly here too :)
November 23, 2008
Sandeep Balijepalli said…
ok,
i seem totally off of bloggging world.
wats this? (and my thesis was on blogs....humpf)
November 24, 2008
Usha Pisharody said…
You have been tagged!
November 24, 2008
Mahita said…
@Usha,

Thanks so much :)...

@Sandeep,
Well, Time to WAKE UP!!!
November 24, 2008
Mahita said…
@Chandu,

Thank you... Looking forward to seeing one on yours too.. soon...
November 25, 2008
Rams said…
Congratulations!!!!!
November 26, 2008
Mahita said…
@Rams,

Thankyou :).
November 26, 2008
Su.. said…
zzz... oops just got up!!!

Congratulations :) :) :)...
January 19, 2010
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