Annayum Rasoolum...

Jeez, what a Lovely song this is... 

The song has the voice of the female lead of the movie (Andrea Jeremiah). The other appreciable character in the movie is Fahad... This guy has come a very long long way: From this to now...

 A must watch for all the people out there in love...You will relate something or the other with the protagonists.

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  1. RVPApril 2, 2013 at 10:09 PM

    true that...
    Fahad has now kinda become unrecognizable from his first role there!

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