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My First Blog Day


Hey everyone!

Here I'm, starting my first Blog-post. Well, not absolutely true...as I managed an account earlier on MySpace too for over an year. It was sunrise time of blogging, and I posted a few written and a number of picture posts. With running days, my interest also came to an end, the blog finally being removed from the MySpace. That I came to know only a few years later, when I tried to access the account.
Anyways, past was the past, and the present is what I have just started...writing this blog religiously!
For now, it's all I want to start with. More, I believe, interesting posts will follow soon! :-)

And, yes...don't forget to leave your suggestions for me to make my blog better (from nothing now)!

ohhh...yeah this pic is taken at the Janjira Fort, Janjira-Murud, Alibaugh, Raigadh, Maharashtra! Long address, and so is the beauty of the beaches there...long-lasting! I will tell, in my next...till then...Bye! Cheers! :-)
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  1. Arunabh25 October 2009 at 20:00

    Welcome to world of blogging.

    Keep scribbing, looking for posts from you.


    Arunabh
    www.3ardent.com

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  2. Ritu KT28 July 2013 at 21:45

    You've been blogging actively for 4 years? (and did it even before that?)

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  3. Ritu KT28 July 2013 at 21:46

    *died*

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  4. Punit Dubey28 July 2013 at 22:05

    :P I was so young then ;)
    Well, not been that active always and took a long time to shift to niche genre...

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