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B2B-------> Back to Bangalore

My week-long vacation disappeared like ether...and I have only a few snaps to keep me company in the torrid days ahead!

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Anonymous said…
Enjoyed your new pics. I probably will be in Kolkata next summer..can hardly wait!!
Deepanjan said…
What'll bring you to the City of Joy?
Sebastian said…
www.seenew.com

enter some pics there.

I always had the weight now its visible
Sebastian said…
Is B2B back to banglore or is it Back to Blogging
Deepanjan said…
Both!
Although, the latter never struck me until now!
Anonymous said…
Nice to see you back! Awesome photos. The fish made me hungry so I'm going for lunch
Deepanjan said…
I c u hav been on an all-India tour! Great! When do u plan to come down to Bangalore?
I guess you'll be visiting Kolkata too, right? If the rest of India has shocked you, wait till you visit this place!
Anonymous said…
Ya I'll be going there Jan.20th to attend my first Indian wedding. I love fish so no matter how shocked I'll be, it will be worth it! B'lore is definitely on the list...in the next few months I hope to come down.
Anonymous said…
relatives and a new place to see..for now, those are the reasons...

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