tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24179302856813522762012-05-18T22:29:16.697-07:00ankitarorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07222979940261490972noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417930285681352276.post-68052381195020328262012-05-17T22:44:00.001-07:002012-05-17T22:45:12.693-07:002012-05-17T22:45:12.693-07:00<i><b>Most relationship fail...not because of the absence of love, love is always present.... its just that, one loves too much n the other loves too many....</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3qocerjoojI/T7XhtMmuJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/wbalBZAmKIE/s1600/408099_264928920239226_161461953919257_715709_688859032_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3qocerjoojI/T7XhtMmuJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/wbalBZAmKIE/s320/408099_264928920239226_161461953919257_715709_688859032_n.jpg" /></a></div> </i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417930285681352276-6805238119502032826?l=ankitaroralove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ankitarorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07222979940261490972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417930285681352276.post-73007622693795172242011-12-22T06:22:00.000-08:002011-12-22T06:22:35.807-08:002011-12-22T06:22:35.807-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;">A great love?</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;">" It's when you shed tears for her but st<a href="http://www.ankit.arora.com"></a>ill you care for her. It's when she ignored you but you still long for her. It's when she starts loving another, and yet you manage a smile and find the courage to say "I'm happy for you.</span></span></b> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417930285681352276-7300762269379517224?l=ankitaroralove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ankitarorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07222979940261490972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417930285681352276.post-28318678650551200382011-12-22T06:03:00.000-08:002011-12-22T06:03:36.179-08:002011-12-22T06:03:36.179-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Or6or0byS4/TvM4qzicXrI/AAAAAAAAACU/gxQcuSsj-p4/s1600/314482_233836290004985_100001358468858_596546_741212991_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Or6or0byS4/TvM4qzicXrI/AAAAAAAAACU/gxQcuSsj-p4/s320/314482_233836290004985_100001358468858_596546_741212991_n.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>When I miss you, sometimes I listen to music or look at pictures of you, not to remind me of you but to make me feel as if I'm with you. It makes me forget the distance and capture you....♥</b></span></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417930285681352276-2831867865055120038?l=ankitaroralove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ankitarorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07222979940261490972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417930285681352276.post-50854998048179779772011-03-15T05:45:00.000-07:002011-03-15T05:45:58.305-07:002011-03-15T05:45:58.305-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UXBYTpuwKIs/TX9fdE34G3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AUpIOh1_9uE/s1600/t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UXBYTpuwKIs/TX9fdE34G3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/AUpIOh1_9uE/s1600/t.jpg" /></a></div>God makes people in pairs... Someone somewhere is made for each one of us... the only thing left for us is to find that someone special. ....... :D</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417930285681352276-5085499804817977977?l=ankitaroralove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ankitarorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07222979940261490972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417930285681352276.post-24999210145800499032011-03-15T05:35:00.000-07:002011-03-15T05:44:00.373-07:002011-03-15T05:44:00.373-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jS9Ep77FZQI/TX9e4rKMg9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/G6VsrKfcT9o/s1600/69370_155414214495252_151886484848025_240869_1612459_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jS9Ep77FZQI/TX9e4rKMg9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/G6VsrKfcT9o/s1600/69370_155414214495252_151886484848025_240869_1612459_n.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><b><i>people say knowledge is enlightenment.......it sets u free......u come to an better understanding of people.... situations...but i feel ignorance is a bliss......i would have been better off being ignorant ......oblivious of my surroundings .....atleast it wont hurt this bad....</i></b>..</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2417930285681352276-2499921014580049903?l=ankitaroralove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ankitarorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07222979940261490972noreply@blogger.com2