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A man wrapped up in himself makes a very small bundle.


It's the reappearance of Hairy Henry! This should cause rejoicing in the streets of the greater Delhi area. It will be like Gandhi Jayanti all over again!

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Priyanka Khot said…
Gandhi Jayanti is a solemn occasion.

That said, it is still a month away.. Yamini can clebrate Henry's hair like Diwali. :-)

I, however, like his neat and tidy look better. :)

And to this Yamini is sure to say that I love to oppose her... which is true as well :D
Roddy said…
Blessed be those who love Henry for who he is. Long hair or not!
I, unfortunately for the rest of you, get to hold Henry on my infrequent visits.
SORRY!
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, I want a slice of this Diwali action!
yamini said…
Hi Henry,

Lovely hair in the sunshine and that t-shirt colour suits u well.

As for Kris/Priyanka,
No matter what you say or do, I will always love Henry's hair, it is simply gorgeous.

Kris,
Would try to send you a piece of action in mail next month, Diwali is on October 17 this year. Keep an eye out for the postman. :-)
Roddy said…
What perv? He is my grandson, and if I can't give him a cuddle while he is still young enough. Because he will grow up too soon, and then any affection will be curtailed. By Henry. Then there is no point ever seeing my grandchildren again. Oh woe is me!!
The young master Henry looks as though he is hell bent on getting somewhere.
Tell me, does he need any help getting his boots on and off?
Roddy said…
You already said that.

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