Eleven!

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I've been tagged in an Eleven Post from Izdiher, who happens to be a great supporters for the words I share here. There are questions I have to answer. So here I go without wasting any more time since I love answering questions. :)

1. You look like?
Ans: I look North Indian. Kolkata. Bengali girl, so I've been told.

2. You live like?
Ans: Like a trouble maker lives.

3. Where are your keys?
Ans: You don't know, since you ask.

4. How much money do you have in your pocket at the moment?
Ans: I don't. Empty today.

5. You love those places where..?
Ans: Where I can read, have fun. Kind of a shadowy place. Also a happening one.

6. Where is Africa?
Ans: I've been weak at Geography!

7. You're hooked on?
Ans: Depends.

8. What came first, egg or hen?
Ans: Your question!

9. Why Zebra wears stripped dress?
Ans: Probably having a good sense of style!

10. Why the Sun is yellow?
Ans: Because the Moon isn't.

11. Your dream bf is..?
Ans: Under the same sky! :)

Pardon me for not keeping updated lately. And for not posting my own questions and not tagging anyone here. I've been away. I'll take some time.
I just know when I come back, I'll have millions of words.

Love for you all.

Comments

  1. ♥●• İzdihër •●♥March 17, 2012 10:54 am

    awesome answers ;).

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  2. SoniaMarch 19, 2012 4:43 am

    hey nice answers:) Even i was tagged by izdiher for the same but your answers r much interesting den mine :) Enjoyed reading it:)

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    1. ArundhatiMarch 22, 2012 1:34 am

      Hah, thank you!

      Read yours. Yours were nice too. :)

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  3. PhilO♥March 20, 2012 12:38 pm

    You'll have millions of words, and we'll have millions to read :)
    Come back soon.

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  4. ŞenayMarch 20, 2012 2:54 pm

    Your answers made me smile^^ Especially the last one. Can't wait to hear more from you - even though i can't comment sometimes, i always read<3

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  5. Sh@sApril 09, 2012 12:53 am

    A tag well done. Waiting to read those millions of words that crowd your head :)

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    1. ArundhatiApril 09, 2012 5:03 am

      Well, I am penning em down here. :) Thank you..!

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