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April 2012 - Calendar shot!


The month of new blooms and colors is here - April.




* Fools day!
- How many of you got down to the pranks this year?

* Ambedkar Jayanti!

* Romans called the month Aprilis which either meant - "To open" or it might have come from the Greek Aphrodite meaning - Goddess of Love.

Any interesting facts ?

Comments

Bikram said…
nope no pranks this year was too busy to think about it tooo :)

Bikram's
Insignia said…
Lovely pic to celebrate the mood of the month :)
@Bikram: Oh sad! Busy ????

@Insignia: Thanks!!

@Sujatha: Thank you!
Gorgeous April Calender pic! :)
Rachna said…
No pranks! Everyone has become smarter. Investing more time in gardening so hopefully will see more blooms soon :).

http://rachnaparmar.com
sush said…
Photo Yelli tegdiddu?
Jack said…
Ashwini,

Well, here I am as promised in your other space. Read all pending posts. At least Vada Paav made the day. Someone really did up Gandhi pictures qell. Destiny was so engrossing with such a twist in the last chapter but ended well as she moved on. Good photograph to welcome March. I always admire women for their capacity to take on multi-roles with so much easiness. They should be given their proper due respect. Struggle is well written and is inspiring. Surprise really is not only told keeping one engrossed but had real surprise in the end. Beautiful picture to welcome April.

Take care

PS : I think I need to visit you more frequently.
@ Jen..The Butterfly Effect: Welcome to my space and thanks so much for liking the click.

@Rachna: That is true , even the kids this time around have become so smart that they don't fall into any pranks. Will watch out you rspace for some wonderful pictures soon.

@Sush: This photo was taken in Las Vegas March 2009.

@Jack: Thanks you so much for those detailed comments. It so much does matter when some one comes and really takes their time to write what he/she felt about after reading a post. I admire your passion into this. Thank you so much

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