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Leaf 2 - Words...Oh my king!!



"Speak carefully....You are slave to the words once it comes out...."



It means you dont have a control over your words after you speak. The words will take control of you. Speak in such a way that people wants to listen to you more and more.


God has placed flower and knife in your tongue. You decide which one to choose for a flower will spread fragrance and knife will cut one.
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  1. KParthasarathiMay 31, 2012 at 5:27 PM

    Very true.
    Speak the truth;speak the pleasant
    Do not speak the truth that is unpleasant or the pleasant if untrue.This is the guideline.

    First visit,nice template,happy you write short stories and poems.I like these two
    Thanks for your visit and the kind comments

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    1. Creative SpaceJune 1, 2012 at 11:28 PM

      Word is the Yo Yo ball....what you give will come back to you....If you throw harsh words, people will disrespect you...likewise, if you treat someone pleasant by offering kind words...You automatically earn respect....:)) Enjoy!!

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  2. V. B. ManianJune 2, 2012 at 12:38 AM

    Just a wonderful, as if got a magic pen or finger with key board.
    I don't have the words to express, so happy to read, and more much thankful that you have invited me to read

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  3. V. B. ManianJune 2, 2012 at 12:42 AM

    The culture of the south..............uff...i lost myself in south.

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    1. Creative SpaceJune 2, 2012 at 10:06 AM

      Thank you so much chitappa....your words mean so much to me......Glad that you liked it....Yes its for people to believe that we are blessed to be a south indian....:))

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