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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MERH89eSp7ImA9WhRaE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699901280705891317</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:06:45.161+05:30</updated><category term="stuttering" /><category term="2008 - 2009" /><category term="2009 to 2010" /><title>ABINAYA</title><subtitle type="html">................love</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Giri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Abinaya" /><feedburner:info uri="abinaya" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcCQnozcCp7ImA9WxFUFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699901280705891317.post-8418724943290019996</id><published>2010-06-26T00:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-26T00:41:03.488+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-26T00:41:03.488+05:30</app:edited><title>What's going on?</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;A lot happened in the past year. It was my happiest time of my life. There have been times when I have thought I am the happiest person on Earth and times when I have cried. But the fact that I love her had never changed and will never change. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;As you know we were studying in the same class past year. At first it was like I can’t see her. But as time goes on I got the guts to see her. But I haven’t got the guts to see her after catching her eye. In just few days the whole class came to know about us. At first the boys used to tease me but as the time goes on it seems like they got bored of it. If you were studying with me you will hardly find me looking away from her…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;But even though I got guts to see her I never got guts to talk to her. I always want to her. I had lots of questions to ask. I want answers. I think like after 5 months one day I wrote a letter to her. The letter contain something like “ I am gonna cut my hair tomorrow (xD) and Happy Diwali “ I still don’t know why I wrote this letter. Anyway after the school is over she used to stay at class like for 30 minutes. I just kept that letter on her place. She read it and showed to her friend, they two were the only girls in the class at that time. Her friend is such a fool that she showed the letter to the teacher. The teacher didn’t read the letter there as there were boys whom where very keen to see what I have written. Then the teacher went and soon Abi showed me a gesture saying Sorry and went to her house. I was in heaven at that time. She had never talked to me for like a year. I know that I am gonna get into serious trouble. But the happiness overtook the fear. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;The next day I went to school earlier. She also came early. She called me gesturing that she want something to say to me. She said she didn’t understand why I gave that letter. She also said sorry. I said why you are saying sorry as you have done nothing wrong (these are my first words to her other than shaking heads last year). Then she went. The day was normal as usual. But at the evening after the class are over my teacher asked me to stay in class. She called me in private and asked me why you gave this letter to her. She also threatens me that she will say this to the principal or my parents. It was a bad day.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;The next day in the morning we were alone in class. She asked what our teacher told me. I said what she told. She was listening and then she said ‘’This is why I asked sorry”. I was damn happy. I thought I could talk to her often from then on. But I never had chance to talk to her. But I continued to see her. I thought I should never give up in my love no matter what happened. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;I used to see her less often when that particular teacher was around. It was usual up to February 13. I could not forgot that day. Some one from my class said that I am still seeing her to my teacher. She got really angry on me and Abi and asked us to stay after classes. Some of our friends stayed back. That day was mad. My teacher was so crazy, she was going to say about us to principal. If she said to our principal I should be packing from the school the next day. So I said I won’t see her hereafter. I have to say it and so I did. I also had a row with my friend. I couldn’t control that, I was crying…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;After that day I was saying to everyone that I stopped my love. Everyone believed me. You know I never want that incident to happen again. When my teacher asked about it to my friends everyone said I have stopped seeing her. I also reduced seeing her. I don’t want my non-friends to see me staring at her. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Then someday in March a friend of Abi said to our teacher &amp;quot; Abi said she hate you. She said you have no rights to talk about our personal things.” I was surprised by this. We never talk bad about our teachers. Even though she had done bad things in past. Our teacher just smiled and went. We were astonished about her forgiveness(me and my friends). &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;It was mid-March. I took Abi’s note from her bag to see her address. I noted her address and when I was going to keep it in her bag again Abi came back to my class. So I kept the note in my bag and went home. I was worried that she will shout at me for taking her note. I was sure that she will came to know that its me who took the note as I was the only one in the class at the time. But she was as just normal. Didn’t show much signs of losing something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4699901280705891317-8418724943290019996?l=gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Abinaya/~4/gY3383kcbhA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8418724943290019996/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-going-on.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/8418724943290019996?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/8418724943290019996?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Abinaya/~3/gY3383kcbhA/what-going-on.html" title="What&amp;#39;s going on?" /><author><name>Giri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-going-on.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIAQnw_cCp7ImA9WxJbFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699901280705891317.post-4028046321359823157</id><published>2009-07-27T11:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:05:43.248+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-27T17:05:43.248+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stuttering" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2009 to 2010" /><title>Why is that so hard?</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am really happy studying in the same class with her. Last Thursday my language teacher asked me to read the book, but I can't do that. I stutter and so I can't read those! Abinaya don't know that I stutter till that day. I told her that I stutter but also she is not leaving me and telling me to read those lines. I will surely won't forgot this in my whole life. I am in the new class where all the students are new and no one knows about me, even abinaya.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Last week she will smiling at me but now she don't care about me, and sometimes she me in a new and different way. I am really really sad at that time and also the whole Friday I am really sad. All my happiness are ruined because of that teacher. Here after it will be really bad to go to the same class again and again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4699901280705891317-4028046321359823157?l=gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Abinaya/~4/iMCkz_-BU18" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4028046321359823157/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-is-that-so-hard.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/4028046321359823157?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/4028046321359823157?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Abinaya/~3/iMCkz_-BU18/why-is-that-so-hard.html" title="Why is that so hard?" /><author><name>Giri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-is-that-so-hard.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkICQ347eCp7ImA9WxJbFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699901280705891317.post-1641451702232848140</id><published>2009-07-26T13:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:06:02.000+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-27T17:06:02.000+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2009 to 2010" /><title>I am very happy now</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She is actually a funny girl. It has been 2 weeks since the school opens and we are studying in the same class room. And to my surprise last week our class teacher have changed the place where we used to sit. Like I am in the one end and she is in the other end. This I can see her If I just turn left!, and even she can see me if she turns to the right. But one girl have came between us, she used to sit middle of us. But its OK I feel these things also lucky for me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This Thursday, I don't what happened to her but she is doing what I used to do often. She is watching me! She is looking at me whenever she can, like when there is a interval period or lunch time she used to look at me. First I thought she is not looking at me but then I realize she is just looking at me! Its like staring, sometimes she used to continuously look at me for  a minute or more. I got fear getting caught, but she seems to be not caring! The whole Thursday went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And the Friday came, and there is a surprise waiting for us. The first period is actually the history. Before the teacher arrives our class our class leader used to write the name of the students who talks in the absence of the teachers. I don't care about those because most of the time the teacher used to ignore all these stuff. But today when the teacher arrives to the class she first take a look at the name, I think she is in a angry mood. She told to stand all those students whose names are written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;As usual&lt;/span&gt; my name is there so I stand. I also got six - seven boys as my company. But to my surprise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Abinaya&lt;/span&gt; name also entered there! But most of the time girls name will not be entered there because the class leader now is a girl. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Abinaya&lt;/span&gt; says something to the teacher, maybe she might have asked some excuses but the teacher just ignored her. I feel really sorry for her, because she like to be crying. I am standing just in front of her and she is crying. I feel really pity and I didn't look at her at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then our teacher begins to continue the lessons. One boy whose name is Aldo said about the chalk powder which in the back a boy whose name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nishok&lt;/span&gt;. Teacher came and see that and the whole class began to laugh at him and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Abinaya&lt;/span&gt; too laughed. Even our teacher can't control herself and laughed. The she said us to go to our places. She saw and I too say her and smiled at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait for the next post.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4699901280705891317-1641451702232848140?l=gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Abinaya/~4/29THOI3ozfE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1641451702232848140/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-seems-to-be-funny.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/1641451702232848140?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/1641451702232848140?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Abinaya/~3/29THOI3ozfE/she-seems-to-be-funny.html" title="I am very happy now" /><author><name>Giri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-seems-to-be-funny.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIDRHo-fCp7ImA9WxJbFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699901280705891317.post-95871487654264359</id><published>2009-07-25T14:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:06:15.454+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-27T17:06:15.454+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2009 to 2010" /><title>The school reopens again!</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am really happy while reading those comments. Its like 2 months since I last post. Thanks for waiting. I am waiting the whole &lt;a href="http://holidays09.blogspot.com/"&gt;holidays&lt;/a&gt; for the day to come, the day when the school reopens. The day finally come in the last Friday. I am really excited to go to school again and see her again. But I didn't except that.... When I first go to school I find all my friends have been changed to other sections or divisions. I feel really unhappy. But I don't know about the most happiest moment I going to get in a few minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was talking to one of my friend not a close friend but just talking to him. At that time I can't believe it Abinaya came to the class while I am sitting! It take me a minute for me to recognize that she is in my class and I going to spend the whole year with her in the same class!( She is not in my class last year, she is another section) I can't believe this, this is so crazy! I can't believe the fact that I am going to spend the whole year with her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I came to know that Abinaya also have left her friend. Her friends are now in another section. Now she is left with her only class mate. She seems to be lonely, I too really feeling lonely because we miss our friends. Its like a dream, I can see her whenever I WANT. She is just 2-3 meters from me. In the interval time and lunch time I will meet my friends and talk with them about whatever happened in the class, she too do that with her friends. Nothing happened wrong till now. I am really afraid if some other students in this class know about us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thanks once again for the comments, I will post once or twice a week. Sorry friends this is what I can do because the school has opened and I want to study. But thanks for your response. I will soon change the logo of the blog. Wait for the logo and wait for the next post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4699901280705891317-95871487654264359?l=gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Abinaya/~4/1dGm6BxLjJQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/feeds/95871487654264359/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/wait-is-over.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/95871487654264359?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/95871487654264359?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Abinaya/~3/1dGm6BxLjJQ/wait-is-over.html" title="The school reopens again!" /><author><name>Giri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/wait-is-over.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkINR30ycSp7ImA9WxJbFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699901280705891317.post-5411842266276567634</id><published>2009-07-24T23:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:06:36.399+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-27T17:06:36.399+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2008 - 2009" /><title>Wait for some time</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This blog is about me and my gf. Without her I can't post anymore content. I can't see her in the vacation time so I can only upade the blog at june 2. Sorry for my great followers. Wait for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4699901280705891317-5411842266276567634?l=gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Abinaya/~4/GD_nsdl-1cY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5411842266276567634/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/04/wait-for-some-time.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/5411842266276567634?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/5411842266276567634?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Abinaya/~3/GD_nsdl-1cY/wait-for-some-time.html" title="Wait for some time" /><author><name>Giri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/04/wait-for-some-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEERHw5cSp7ImA9WxJbFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699901280705891317.post-6844502534993657562</id><published>2009-07-23T14:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:06:45.229+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-27T17:06:45.229+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2008 - 2009" /><title>The last day.</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;               Finally this the last day before summer vacation. I am very sad because of this. I thought I should at least talk to her now. So I got ready to go to school. I dressed up well. Applying hair gel and all. So the smart boy is ready. Then when I go to school I got a big surprise waiting for me. It is her birthday. I can't take my eyes off her. She look gorgeous in his Orange colour dress. The dress doubles her beauty. But what I do now it is exam time guys we should study and only concentrate on studies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am going to tell a secret to you people. I have not studied not even one sentence in any of the subjects. I know Its real hard for me to promote to ninth grade. OK leave that stuff. It is being very hard time for me to pass that 3 and half hours sitting simply in exam hall because I haven't studied anything. At last the exam over then we began to chat with friends. We also talked to the class teacher as it was the last day. Our class on the third floor as we want to come down to go home. When I coming down she is going few steps front of me. I can't control myself. I am trying my best to take my eyes off her. I i am seeing like this what other students think of us. Then when she and talks to her friends meanwhile. I talk to my friends group. We always will be in gangs. At least ten people will be there talking about what happened and making fun of it. But I was always looking at her. Then she went away without talking to me. I feel sad but she turned and saw me when she is going to board her car. That's the feeling the love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4699901280705891317-6844502534993657562?l=gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Abinaya/~4/DCuOElkafLs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6844502534993657562/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-day.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/6844502534993657562?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/6844502534993657562?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Abinaya/~3/DCuOElkafLs/last-day.html" title="The last day." /><author><name>Giri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEASX08fSp7ImA9WxJbFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699901280705891317.post-5110967393584032967</id><published>2009-07-22T16:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:07:28.375+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-27T17:07:28.375+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2008 - 2009" /><title>The next talk with Abinaya</title><content type="html">After that we did not talk for about 1 month. This made me feel unhappy. I thought she won't talk to me here after. Then one day, that time it is like the school is going to end only 1 month for closing of school. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; go to the main gate of the school. But this time I thought I can go alone this time because of my auto uncle's words. He said today we should go to home early so I am compelled to go alone. When I am coming down stairs I saw &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Abinaya&lt;/span&gt; going next to me. She said " What she said is wrong. I don't say it". I am confused of what she is saying about. Then when I am standing outside the campus that is outside the gate. She came there and " Don't you know about it, I thought that she told that thing to you so only....." I can't also what does she said. But what ever it is she has talked to me and I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4699901280705891317-5110967393584032967?l=gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Abinaya/~4/eyTExWreOWI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5110967393584032967/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/01/next-talk.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/5110967393584032967?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/5110967393584032967?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Abinaya/~3/eyTExWreOWI/next-talk.html" title="The next talk with Abinaya" /><author><name>Giri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/01/next-talk.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEHRHo9eSp7ImA9WxJbFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699901280705891317.post-5095813149265503652</id><published>2009-07-21T15:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:07:15.461+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-27T17:07:15.461+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2008 - 2009" /><title>As days go on..... Abinaya....</title><content type="html">After that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;taught&lt;/span&gt; of not to look at Abinaya. Maybe a week I can control without seeing her but after that I can't control myself. I need to see her. Then I peep through the window in our class when she come in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interval&lt;/span&gt; period. This goes on for 2-3 months. We also saw each other when we are crossing. Now away she has to see me. I will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; look down but slightly without knowing I will see her. Then one day when I am crossing her she called me and said ''You are going to get caught because one of my class boy got to know about this" then she gone. This is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; foolishness because seeing her talking to me two of their class boys come and ask me what she talks to me. I am lucky that time because they are my old friends. I just explained everything to them. Then they said that she is not a good girl I mean she is something like a mad doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; in the class. Then they said bye and went to their classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4699901280705891317-5095813149265503652?l=gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Abinaya/~4/2sZV6Je9Cig" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5095813149265503652/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-days-go-on.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/5095813149265503652?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/5095813149265503652?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Abinaya/~3/2sZV6Je9Cig/as-days-go-on.html" title="As days go on..... Abinaya...." /><author><name>Giri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-days-go-on.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkECQH0-eSp7ImA9WxJbFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699901280705891317.post-2086364020056849338</id><published>2009-07-20T18:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:07:41.351+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-27T17:07:41.351+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2008 - 2009" /><title>The next day after science exhibition</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:-webkit-monospace;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am always wondering through out the science exhibition about the incident that happens that day morning. I can't sleep because of thinking all the night what will happen the next day. The next day I am afraid of what will happen. Then I go to school. In the interval period, When we are coming to class after going to toilet I saw her. I though of what she said yesterday, She said not to she her and so I bent my heads down and silently try to go to my class. I am with ramnath. In my surpurise she called me like this 'boy!'. I go near her but ramnath gp inside the class leaving me alone. Her friend also go their respective class. She asked me 'sorry' of what happened yesterday. She also included that she was little bit angry yesterday. She also said that her friends advised (or forced) to scold and shout at me. The she go to her class I also said 'sorry' for what I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4699901280705891317-2086364020056849338?l=gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Abinaya/~4/H7AmsUf8egY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2086364020056849338/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/next-day-after-science-exhibition.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/2086364020056849338?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/2086364020056849338?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Abinaya/~3/H7AmsUf8egY/next-day-after-science-exhibition.html" title="The next day after science exhibition" /><author><name>Giri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/next-day-after-science-exhibition.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkECSHYycCp7ImA9WxJbFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699901280705891317.post-7384703248338971581</id><published>2009-07-19T05:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:07:49.898+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-27T17:07:49.898+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2008 - 2009" /><title>Science exhibition</title><content type="html">This is the first she talks to face to face. This is a turning point of this storyline. This happens when science exhibition is going on. In the intrevel period I go to toilet alone. Asusual I saw her. In the lunch period I have done something that should not to be done. I go to her class and stares at her. This is my my first wrong, and second thing is I go behind her to the toilet. These things are ok. I am fool I came to toilet with 'nibiston'. He whistle at her. She turns back and saw us in some angriness in her face. Then we go to boys toilet and wait for her. Then she came with her friend. When we are going behind her. Her friend said something to her then she came towards us facing me. She said in tamil ''unudaya payaru enna'' whats's ur name. ''unaku enna venum'' what do you want. Hearing this I got afraid and got into our class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4699901280705891317-7384703248338971581?l=gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Abinaya/~4/QMVzYCftOsc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7384703248338971581/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/science-exhibition_10.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/7384703248338971581?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/7384703248338971581?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Abinaya/~3/QMVzYCftOsc/science-exhibition_10.html" title="Science exhibition" /><author><name>Giri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/science-exhibition_10.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEDSXo8eCp7ImA9WxJbFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699901280705891317.post-3341334731460826858</id><published>2009-07-18T23:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:07:58.470+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-27T17:07:58.470+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2008 - 2009" /><title>This continues</title><content type="html">I am going behind her for days and then weeks and then it become months I am going behind Abinaya. I am happy that she did not do any thing to stop me. One day when I am coming she came front of me. When she close to me, I think she said something, but I wasn't sure about that. Then One day when I am standing in the warandah front of our class. I am waiting for Abinaya. She came near me and said stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4699901280705891317-3341334731460826858?l=gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Abinaya/~4/5WZIy3plGng" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3341334731460826858/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-continues.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/3341334731460826858?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/3341334731460826858?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Abinaya/~3/5WZIy3plGng/this-continues.html" title="This continues" /><author><name>Giri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-continues.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEMR304eip7ImA9WxJbFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699901280705891317.post-977308711065446137</id><published>2009-07-17T16:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:08:06.332+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-27T17:08:06.332+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2008 - 2009" /><title>How I met Abinaya</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Doy you know something. We met each other 6 or 7 months back. When I am with my friend going to toilet in the interval period. We notice a girl who is going front us is turning back and seeing us often. We don't know why she is doing this. Then we understood that she is thinking that we are seeing her and following her wherever she goes. Then we got intrest of going behind her. I think this goes on happening for one month. The girl we are following is soumiya not abinaya. Then one day when we are going behind soumiya, we saw another girl who is coming with her turn and see us and laugh at us. Then she is going to tell something which soumiya stops. The girl who laughs at me is Abinaya. At first we did not get intrest in her. Then to know why she laughed. I began to go behind Abinaya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4699901280705891317-977308711065446137?l=gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Abinaya/~4/Gh8ZflSUsjk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/feeds/977308711065446137/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-we-met.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/977308711065446137?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/977308711065446137?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Abinaya/~3/Gh8ZflSUsjk/how-we-met.html" title="How I met Abinaya" /><author><name>Giri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-we-met.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkENRHoyeip7ImA9WxJbFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699901280705891317.post-9216930922296124058</id><published>2009-07-16T15:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:08:15.492+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-27T17:08:15.492+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2008 - 2009" /><title>About Abinaya</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don't know much about her , but these are the things I know about her. First her name Abinaya. &lt;div&gt;1. She is short   - I know this because she will be standing first in the assembly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. She is pretty - Any one who see her will say she is pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. she is angry  - I realise this when I get scolding from her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. she is funny - I know about this when she hits on his friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4699901280705891317-9216930922296124058?l=gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Abinaya/~4/5LjF-ZuBnlQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/feeds/9216930922296124058/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-her.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/9216930922296124058?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699901280705891317/posts/default/9216930922296124058?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Abinaya/~3/5LjF-ZuBnlQ/about-her.html" title="About Abinaya" /><author><name>Giri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gmp-abinaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-her.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAESXw7cSp7ImA9WxJbFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699901280705891317.post-8161243251547312779</id><published>2009-07-15T15:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:08:28.209+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-27T17:08:28.209+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2008 - 2009" /><title>Welcome!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hi there, I welcome to my blog. This blog contains about me and Abinaya. I don't what you think of this blog. Hope you like it. Give your comments and suggestions to improve this blog. 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