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  1. Forlorn HeartFebruary 23, 2009 at 9:17 AM

    really gud paintings.......

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  2. HIMANSHU.........March 14, 2009 at 11:36 AM

    i must say ur work is really great......
    awsome work......keep going....:)

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  3. sumeetFebruary 27, 2010 at 9:21 AM

    hey can u tell the theme of this painting?

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  4. SoumitJanuary 3, 2011 at 10:00 AM

    nice work....if you don't mind then can I ask you a question??....neways, lemme ask you, were you in a happy, jovial mood when you made these paintings or were you a bit sad??? I hope you don't mind me asking these questions.

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  5. KirtiApril 12, 2011 at 2:02 AM

    @ soumit...thankew n the painting can't be done in a sad mood ...sometimes its excitement of new colors, sometimes i just need to do it for my college art gallery where u seriously need a theme... hehe;D

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  6. UnknownNovember 11, 2012 at 12:05 PM

    great wrk n great art ....awesom hand at painting dear :-)

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