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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.

Comments

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!) :-)
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.
Hallam said…
He's looking like a McCracken boy now. I've always thought he had some resemblance to the brother.
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.
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!
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, he likes the beach though...
Kris McCracken said…
James, hello to Chile!
Kris McCracken said…
Hallam, he is very handsome, isn't he?
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he will be a hit with the girls.
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, don't be cruel...
yamini said…
U bet!!!!

But he should not skip the studies!!!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, no he shall not!

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