To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow. – Maya Angelou

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To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow. – Maya Angelou

-- Vijayaraj

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It is the start of a brand new day, and I am off like a herd of turtles.

-- Vijayaraj

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Though you are far away from me but every night I find your lovely face there in my dreams. A very good morning.

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There’s no BUDDY like a brother. Happy Birthday dear Brother.

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Keeping an active mind has been vital to my survival, as has been maintaining a sense of humor.

-- Vijayaraj

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Millions of memories, Thousands of jokes, Hundreds of secrets, One reason…….. Best friends.

-- Vijayaraj

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