tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814395699772968658.post6978359985812724574..comments2023-06-25T14:04:41.025+05:30Comments on flotsamnweeds: as strangers walk byKavita Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00813699949368367983noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814395699772968658.post-63153540902006664082007-11-30T11:19:00.000+05:302007-11-30T11:19:00.000+05:30In the beginning all are strangers. Even the mothe...In the beginning all are strangers. Even the mother - at the time of birth. Then one by one they become close and one day we find there are no strangers. They are all none but mother, father, brother, sister, husband, relatives and friends. But no more strangers and that's the beauty of this world.P Aravindanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08823616715235685638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814395699772968658.post-25023374628708490922007-11-29T11:47:00.000+05:302007-11-29T11:47:00.000+05:30This comment has been removed by the author.P Aravindanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08823616715235685638noreply@blogger.com