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What can stop the determined heart and resolved will of man?


His name is Henry. He's here to help.

I asked Henry which of Kokata, Delhi, Mumbai or Chennai he liked best.

The answer?

"I like them all, but if we're talking Indian cities, one cannot go past Tharangambadi."

He's a sucker for the Danes. I blame Hamlet.
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Priyanka Khot said…
Tell him once that I stay in Delhi and see his answer change :) (To Delhi, in case I wasn't obvious enough!) :-)
17 June 2009 at 00:20
James said…
hi
excelent blog and pictures
for me tasmania is a very exotic place because i dont know so much about this island.
best regards from Chile
www.jlizamavera.blogspot.com
i hope you and your family can visit someday this part of the world.
17 June 2009 at 01:21
Hallam said…
He's looking like a McCracken boy now. I've always thought he had some resemblance to the brother.
17 June 2009 at 07:22
yamini said…
Henry's look gives a glimpse of how he might turn out when he joins college, perfect, laid-back, I-Don't-Care, look and I like it.
Plz convey my thoughts to Dear Henry.
17 June 2009 at 15:50
Sue said…
Gee...I think Hallam is on to something. I hadn't noticed it before but H does bear a resemblance to J. WOW!
17 June 2009 at 23:07
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, he likes the beach though...
24 June 2009 at 12:22
Kris McCracken said…
James, hello to Chile!
24 June 2009 at 12:22
Kris McCracken said…
Hallam, he is very handsome, isn't he?
24 June 2009 at 12:22
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he will be a hit with the girls.
24 June 2009 at 12:23
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, don't be cruel...
24 June 2009 at 12:23
yamini said…
U bet!!!!

But he should not skip the studies!!!
24 June 2009 at 17:49
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, no he shall not!
2 July 2009 at 13:51
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