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The Errors

It’s a habit I carry from my school days…never reviewing my work before submission. So when I sat down to finally give Bollywood Romance a hard read, I discovered glaring errors, much to my chagrin. Simple words were misspelt or forgotten altogether, grammar was faulty, punctuations were missed or oversupplied…the list is long. I did some repair work, but I’m sure flaws still remain. Blogs (even mine) bore me to death, and that’s why revising before finally posting is such a tall order. Long posts are the worst culprits; they put me to sleep by the time I'm halfway through! Is there a solution to the problem?

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Anonymous said…
Yo dimwit, I saw the Accenture building coming up in Pune at Hadapsar.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006 10:31:00 AM
Anonymous said…
Great! Come quickly!!
Wednesday, June 07, 2006 5:39:00 AM
Deepanjan said…
Not that soon, I'm afraid!
Wednesday, June 07, 2006 7:25:00 AM
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