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Something I read somewhere...

A family is like a stereo system: A stereo system is only as good as its weakest component, and a family is only as happy as its unhappiest member.


I wish I could pass off the above statement as my own, but my readers know me too well to fall for that! And you don't need to be an audiophile to see the analogy!

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Anonymous said…
thank you for sharing that :)
There's been a lot of craziness going on at my end lately..couple car accidents, friends visiting from the other end of the country and been traveling up and down the Alberta state..mainly to and fro calgary. you seem a bit troubled..maybe we can talk :) I remember you were there for me once...
Deepanjan said…
CAR ACCIDENTS???!!!
What the hell happened?

I felt a bit troubled, but I'm okay now. Really enjoying all the reading that I had been neglecting all this while. Solitude has indeed been a pleasant revelation.

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