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Shirin, the daughter of a poor but rich in idealism, was kidnapped and taken to the King of Faras, who instantly infatuated with him, and give a big gift to the person who brought them. But the king was very disappointed that Shirin did not respond to his love; idealism that girl is too tall to be lured by wealth and greatness of the King. King did all the things to please him and to be willing to marry him, but every effort opposite effect.&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;When Shirin saw that there was no hope for escape from the palace which for him is just a cage, and kenekadan king and his aides have been very thin patience, he was forced to accept their offer, but with one condition, that a channel should be created as a memorial monument for the event it. Of course this is a ploy to cancel the wedding, because the making of the canal that takes many years. King was so infatuated by her beauty until he was negligent in capturing the subtle hint, and immediately gave orders to architects and engineers to start work immediately, and finish it as soon as possible, no matter what the cost and effort required. Thousands of workers immediately involved in the project, and the work going day and night without interruption, under the direct supervision of the king himself and his servants.&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;The closer to the completion of work, the greater the expectation of the king, and he happily asked Shirin to go see the canal. With sad hearts, Shirin went into the canal, lest the work be finished soon and that he must surrender to the will of the King, a judged thing worse than death. When walking to see the process work where thousands of people worked day and night, he was very surprised to see a worker came to him; because captivated by her beauty, without fear he cried out, &quot;Hi Shirin, I love you.&quot; &quot;Love to ignore differences in degrees between the lovers and lovers, and ignoring the height to be climbed for a lover.&quot;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;The voice of love and words of worship such as that sought by Shirin, and have not encountered before. Shirin replied, &quot;If you love me, burst the mountain and make a tunnel through the mountain. Gold need to be tested before acceptance.&quot; Farhad said, &quot;With pleasure I would do, Shirin, whatever you want. There is nothing too hard for a lover to do something for her lover.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Farhad walking with all my heart, without asking why he had to make a tunnel, not thinking how banyakpekerjaan to be done. He did not think how long it will be completed, nor think that the job will be in vain. He went into the mountains and began to break stones with kampaknya. He mentions every time he swings Shirin kampaknya. Every swing Farhad hand carve a miracle. Every swing, the result is like the work of a hundred swings ax. &quot;Power is the power of the human body, but the power of love is the mighty acts of God.&quot;: No need for a long time to complete Farhad&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;job, a job that normally takes many years and thousands of workers, the completion in a few days alone.&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Reject Shirin Farhad King since he saw, and said, &quot;There are other lovers who are undergoing tests, and before I knew the results of such tests, we should not get married first.&quot;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;King spies watching Farhad from afar, and they immediately sent word that Farhad had completed his work before the canal was completed. King was so upset, thinking that Farhad Shirin will probably get love, and thus not Shirin be hers again. After negotiations, an adviser said, &quot;Your Majesty, you are king, and Farhad just a worker. How could the sky than the earth? I will go there, and if His Majesty wishes, I will end Fathad in an instant.&quot; &quot;Oh, do not. Shirin will see blood stains me, and this will make it away from me forever.&quot; An aide to the king said, &quot;It&#39;s not hard for me, Your Honor, Farhad life need not end with blood dripping.&quot; &quot;Well, then,&quot; said King.&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;The servant king went to Farhad, who has nearly completed his work with Shirin shadow that gives hope. &quot;Happiness is a lover located in the happiness of her lover.&quot; The servant king said, &quot;Hi Farhad, unfortunately, all to no avail! Hi competitors months, beloved Shirin had died suddenly.&quot; Farhad said in a panic, &quot;What? Shirinku died?&quot; &quot;Yes,&quot; the waiter said, &#39;O Farhad, alas Shirin had died. &quot; Farhad sighed deeply, and fell to the ground. &quot;Shirin ...&quot; That last remark, and he passed from this life.&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Shirin heard from people who sympathize with him that Farhad has done wonders by creating a tunnel in the mountains as he called the &#39;Shirin&#39; in every swing kampaknya, and have completed a job that normally takes a very long time, in a short time. Shirin, whose heart had been moored at Farhad, and that through a spirit of love Farhad torn, no longer have patience for a second remaining, so he went to the mountain at the first opportunity. &quot;The two higher power that separates two hearts together.&quot; Shirin, who may have fared better lovers like Farhad, not fared well enough to be seen again.&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;When Shirin Farhad found the body lying near the wonderful work recently completed for him, he felt very depressed and disappointed. Spies came close to convincing the King that Farhad Shirin had died, hoping that now that Farhad had died, Shirin will set one&#39;s mind to the King. They said, &quot;Farhad poor. Unfortunately, he was dead.&quot; Shirin heard from wind, water flow, from the rocks, of trees, Farhad voice calling, &quot;Shirin, Shirin.&quot; The whole place is interesting with the magnetism of the soul Shirin Farhad love that is created around it. He fell to the ground, shocked and felt so lost until his heart could not stand it anymore, exclaimed, &quot;Farhad, I have come to be with you.&quot; Fate of a lover is a big disappointment in the eyes of the world, but he is the highest satisfaction in the eyes of the wise men.&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;People who are adapt, to love one another. Perhaps the properties of the body was the one who coordinate mental quality, quality of life. Physical attraction was short-lived, emotional appeal was a bit long, and spiritual attraction last forever.&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Love that is only slightly pronounced can turn another heart, a love that will haunt more pronounced, but when too much is spoken will alienate the object of love.&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Relationship produce a friend, though there was no relationship or a friendship that lasts worldly. By gathering, sitting together, eating together, breathing the same air, liver will be approached. Two coal that burns, if Necessary will make a fire. The fire that uniting the two. When two hands holding hands, an electric current flows from one hand to another. This is why people shake hands, to fire the two men met. Therefore, people tend to clap their hands, folded his arms and crossing her legs when sitting or lying down, because it gives them comfort. This is what causes the similarities that exist in people in one nation or a race.&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Love tends to produce quality, and even similarities, between lover and beloved. Often we see friends, husbands and wives, lovers, Mursyid and pupils, in due course become similar. Portrait of Shaykh at all Chistiyah flow as if they were made in the same mold. Someone who went far from his country and long life in another country, become familiar with that country, loved it, and sometimes do not want to go home to her own country, due to the love that is formed by the association.&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;The meeting was sparked love, love and farewell interrupted. The further out of reach pecintanya love object, the more broad expanse of love is there for expansion. Because it&#39;s love to the object that can not be obtained and are likely to grow, while if the object of love is in this range often restrict love. When the separation took place a short, love will grow, but if too long, love it to death. When the meeting only briefly, would love ignited, but it is difficult to sustain the flame. If the meeting lasts a long time, love was not much affected, but its roots to grow, develop and last long. In the absence of a lover, hope is the oil that makes the fire of love burning. The meeting and parting in turn will make the fire of love surged. Too long meeting will shrink the fire of love, and too long separation will kill the fire because the oil runs out.&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;We probably spent a year in a city, and perhaps we know and love the ¬ people there, and they were very fond of us, to love growing and we think, &quot;If we can continue to live there!&quot; When we go, always felt heavy to separate from them. Then we left, our friends to write letters and we answer it, at first every day, then every week, then every month, and the frequency continues to decrease until only every Hari Raya, because we grew apart and had little to do with them and deal more with the people around us now. When we returned to the same place after five or six years, at first we felt that the climate is foreign to us, the streets and houses seemed unfamiliar, and there was no warmth there used to be. If we are stupid, we&#39;ll blame my friends. If we knew, we were going to blame themselves. Togetherness was the increase of love and farewell who love erodes, so too with our attachment to the places.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;!--
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Don&#39;t&lt;br /&gt;rush to pop a pill when the solution is right in your kitchen. Most common&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD5&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: scroll !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 255) !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 13px !important; font-style: normal !important; font-weight: normal !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; position: static;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;digestive problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;are caused by food — either by&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD4&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: scroll !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 255) !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 13px !important; font-style: normal !important; font-weight: normal !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; position: static;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;eating too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;or too little or at the wrong time. Fortunately, these can be rectified by watching what you eat. Understanding your body mechanism and bringing a few changes to your dietary patterns is enough to help you get back&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD6&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: scroll !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 255) !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 13px !important; font-style: normal !important; font-weight: normal !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; position: static;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;on your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;again after an attack of acidity or gastritis. Here&#39;s how to cure some common problems caused by food… with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACIDITY&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s that familiar feeling of heartburn, vomiting, coughing,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD1&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: scroll !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 255) !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 13px !important; font-style: normal !important; font-weight: normal !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; position: static;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;stomach pain and bloating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;which makes you run for an antacid.&amp;nbsp;Acidity is caused by an imbalance between the acid secreting mechanism of the stomach and the protective mechanisms that ensure their safety. It results when there is&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD3&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: scroll !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 255) !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 13px !important; font-style: normal !important; font-weight: normal !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; position: static;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;excess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;production of acid which may enter the lower part of the oesophagus (Gastro-Oesophageal Reflux).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avoid:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Tur dal, channa dal, raw vegetables, cabbage, kidney beans (rajma), white bread, bakery products, refined flour, noodles, poha, ragi, spinach, peanuts, dry coconut, canned foods and stuff containing monosodium glutamate, caffeine and alcohol. All these cause acidity or aggravate it. Don&#39;t take too hot or too cold meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combat with:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Fresh fruits or vegetables, cumin, ajwain. Have small and frequent meals. Increase your chewing time so that food masticates well in the mouth. Drink lots of water (but don&#39;t gulp it, sip it). Have few drops of lemon or jal jeera, they help increase saliva production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;Ar0280003&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;CONSTIPATION&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;What:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Occurs primarily because bowel movement is restricted because of weak colon muscles. Defecation may be very painful and in severe cases, can lead to symptoms of bowel obstruction. Lack of fluid and fibre, a sedentary lifestyle, stress, side effects of medication, even pregnancy can cause constipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avoid:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Alcohol, refined, starchy and sugary foods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combat with:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Plenty of water, at least 1.5 to 2 litres a day. Have food high in fibre and fluid — banana, raw banana, lotus stem, beans, gavar), and seasonal fruits, especially skinny ones like guava, pear, plum and apple.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;INDIGESTION/HEARTBURN&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;What:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Most common digestive disorder caused by reflux — the sphincter muscles connecting the oesophagus to the stomach fails to close. So the acid in the stomach regurgitates. You might feel angina pain or even bloating often leading people to mistake it as symptoms leading to heart attack.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Avoid:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Large, late meals, fatty food, tobacco, caffeine in all forms, tomato based goodies — chips, sauces and dips. Try not eating two hours before bedtime. Also don&#39;t bend or lie down immediately after a meal. Alcohol too should be avoided, but a glass of wine is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combat with:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Small and frequent meals, half a cup of cold milk before bedtime, drinks of tarragon, dill, mint, fennel and cumin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;GASTRITIS&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;What:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Inflammation of the stomach lining, signalling indigestion. Gastritis could be acute (sudden), a result of faulty lifestyle or stress. Or it could be chronic (longterm), aggravated by medicines or age. The symptoms are similar to&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id=&quot;Ar0280004&quot;&gt;that of acidity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avoid:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Spicy food, chocolates, aerated beverages, fatty foods, tomato-based products and alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combat with:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Bland food, vegetables that have high water content such as bottle gourd (dudhi), long parwal, tinda, pumpkin, water melon and papaya. Just sauté them or cook in pressure cooker without too much oil or spices.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;FLATULENCE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;What:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;If breaking wind at inopportune moments, bloating and burping is a constant embarrassment for you, blame it on acidity, indigestion and even irritable bowel syndrome. Sometimes intolerance of milk can also lead to flatulence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avoid:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Lentils and legumes, especially if they are not soaked for eight hours or more. Juicy vegetables such as broccoli, cabbage, cauliflower, sprouts. Also stop taking carbonated drinks, chewing gum, bran and mava sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combat with:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;High fibre foods that work as laxative — skinny fruits, lotus stem, raw banana and herbs such as rosemary, fennel, tarragon, thyme tea and ginger.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;COLITIS&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;What:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;An&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD2&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: scroll !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 255) !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 13px !important; font-style: normal !important; font-weight: normal !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; position: static;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;inflammatory bowel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;disease where ulcers bleed in the colon and rectum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avoid:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Foods high in insoluble fibre — bran, whole grain, sunflower seeds, dried fruit, potato skin, skinny fruits. Ironically, all these are very healthy for the system especially if you are diabetic, but bad for colitis patients. Also skip fats, oil, gas inducing stuff like beans, and dairy products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combat with:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Sautéed and baked vegetables, baked veggies,&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD7&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: scroll !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 255) !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 13px !important; font-style: normal !important; font-weight: normal !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; position: static;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;decaffeinated coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, soya milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;!--
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-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;Person above 18 years of age and over 50 Kgs. in weight can donate blood once in three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;A normal adult has five to six liters of blood in his/her body of which only 300 ml &amp;nbsp;is used during blood donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;This blood is replaced by your body within 24 to 48 hours!No special diet, rest or medicine is required after blood&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;The donor should not have taken any medicine in the last 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;The donor should not have contacted jaundice in the previous three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;Every donor is given a medical checkup prior to donation to see if he/she is medically fit and doesn’t suffer from&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;anemia, high blood&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD2&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: scroll !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 255) !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif !important; font-size: 15px !important; font-style: normal !important; font-weight: normal !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; position: static;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;etc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: -0.25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;The donor cannot contract AIDS or any other disease by&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; 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Just look at the facts: The brain contains 74% water, blood contains 83% water, lean muscle has 75% and bone has 22% water.. Experts agree that water is one of the most powerful forms of treatment. So how come most people don&#39;t drink enough water?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 24px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here are&amp;nbsp;10&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD6&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: scroll !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 255) !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; font-family: Tahoma !important; font-style: normal !important; font-weight: bold !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; position: static;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Health Benefits of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Drinking Sufficient Water:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;1. Enough intake of water prevents kidney stones. The most common&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD2&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: scroll !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 255) !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; font-family: Tahoma !important; font-style: normal !important; font-weight: normal !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; position: static;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;cause of kidney stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;is not drinking enough water. Since water dissolves the substances that form stones in the urine, drinking 12 glasses daily helps&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD1&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: scroll !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 255) !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; font-family: Tahoma !important; font-style: normal !important; font-weight: normal !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; position: static;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;treat kidney stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;2. Water treats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD7&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: scroll !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 255) !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; font-family: Tahoma !important; font-style: normal !important; font-weight: normal !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; position: static;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;urinary tract infection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;. The more water you drink, the more you will urinate. &quot;Drinking lots of water will help flush out harmful bacteria from your bladder,&quot; says Medical City kidney specialist Dr. Roberto Tanchanco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;3. Water helps patients with diarrhea by preventing dehydration. As a first-aid for diarrhea, you can make your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD5&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: scroll !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 255) !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; font-family: Tahoma !important; font-style: normal !important; font-weight: normal !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; position: static;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;oral rehydration solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;at home. Mix a glass of water with 2 teaspoons sugar and ¼ teaspoon salt, and drink as much as you can tolerate. This is similar to the dextrose solution in the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;4. Water helps reduce fever. For symptoms of flu, water can help lower your body temperature when you urinate the &quot;heat&quot; out of your body. If you&#39;re sick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD4&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: scroll !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 255) !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; font-family: Tahoma !important; font-style: normal !important; font-weight: normal !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; position: static;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;drink more water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;for you to recover faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;5. Water helps treat cough and colds, sore throat, and respiratory infections. Water helps loosen sticky phlegm. A respected&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD3&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: scroll !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 255) !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; font-family: Tahoma !important; font-style: normal !important; font-weight: normal !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; position: static;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;lung specialist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;told me that some mucolytics out there are just as beneficial as drinking lots of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;6. Water reduces heartburn. Taking 2-3 gulps of water every 20 minutes or so can help flush the stomach acid away. Bananas and water are effective alternatives to taking antacids. Try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;7. Water prevents constipation and its complications. Too little water can harden the stools and lead to hemorrhoids and diverticulosis, a disease of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD8&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: scroll !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 255) !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; font-family: Tahoma !important; font-style: normal !important; font-weight: normal !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; position: static;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;large bowel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;. Drink water and eat lots of vegetables to soften your stools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;8. Water keeps you alert and energetic. If you&#39;re dehydrated, your blood is literally thicker. This makes it harder for the blood to circulate. As a result, the brain can become less active and you can feel confused and fatigued. Some studies also show that water may help cure migraine headaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;9. By drinking a glass or two of water before a meal, you will lessen the amount of food you can take in order to feel full. Water has zero calories and will not make you fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;10. Water keeps your skin soft and radiant. Just as a dehydrated person will have deep-set eyes and wrinkled skin, so will a fully hydrated person exhibit a normal and beautiful skin tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;The Correct Way To Drink Water:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;1. Drink water immediately after you wake up. Your body loses water while you sleep, so drink a glass before you go to sleep, and another glass when you wake up. You are naturally thirsty or dehydrated in the morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Drinking water in morning helps flush out the toxins that have accumulated during night sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;2. Drink 8 to 12 glasses a day. According to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;IL_AD&quot; id=&quot;IL_AD9&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: scroll !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 255) !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; font-family: Tahoma !important; font-style: normal !important; font-weight: normal !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; position: static;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;the Mayo Clinic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;, a 120-pound individual needs 8 cups of water a day, while a 190-pound person would require 12 cups daily. Dr. Robert Tanchanco says that we should monitor our urine color and keep it on the light side. However, drink only a maximum of 16 glasses a day, and not more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;3. Drink little by little throughout the day. It is preferable to sip water throughout the day rather than to drink two glasses all at once. This will lessen the stress on the heart (especially if you have heart disease) and give your body more time to absorb it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;4. Don&#39;t wait until you&#39;re thirsty to drink water. By the time you feel thirsty, you&#39;re probably already 2 glasses below your normal water needs. Elderly people are also less sensitive to the body&#39;s need for water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;5. Drink water, not soft drinks, alcohol or coffee. Some experts believe that tea, sodas and coffee can be potentially dehydrating. Moreover, the high phosphorus and sugar content in cola drinks can lead to conditions like osteoporosis and diabetes. One study shows that adults who drank six cups of coffee daily experienced mild dehydration. Drinking alcohol is much worse because it actually dehydrates you by making you urinate a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;6. Train children to drink water. Set a good example to your kids and drink water together. Make sure that children drink enough water when they&#39;re active. Pack a large bottled water in their lunch box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;7. Drink more when it&#39;s hot. People living in hot climates like the Philippines need to&amp;nbsp;drink more water. They are more prone to develop kidney stones compared to those living in cooler regions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;8. Drink more as you exercise. When you exercise, you need to&amp;nbsp;drink more water&amp;nbsp;to compensate for fluid loss. Go for an extra 500 ml of water for a 30-minute to 1-hour exercise. Eating a banana also helps keep your potassium up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;9. Drink more when you&#39;re sick. Even though you don&#39;t feel like it, you really need to&amp;nbsp;drink more water&amp;nbsp;to help your body recover from various infections. If you&#39;re dehydrated, you&#39;ll feel much worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;10. Drink more if you&#39;re pregnant. 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The Vitamin E, hydroxytyrosol, and Oleuropein (all phytochemicals) present in olives are healthy for the female reproductive process. They help maintain healthy hormone levels and unobstructed blood flow to the pelvic area which is essential for sexual performance. Combine with: Cranberries. It will help prevent urinary track infections. Moreover, cranberries contain flavonoids that prevent forma tion of cysts in ovaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KIDNEY BEANS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22MTuFjJ2JY/TButFWdWDcI/AAAAAAAAAgg/hpIjcZKYc8s/s1600/infob_insertedimage_311.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22MTuFjJ2JY/TButFWdWDcI/AAAAAAAAAgg/hpIjcZKYc8s/s320/infob_insertedimage_311.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hindi Name – Rajma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Correspond with&lt;/b&gt;: Kidneys. Its resemblance is all too obvious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How they benefit&lt;/b&gt;: Kidney beans contain flavonoids and glucosinolates that regulate the creatinine level in the kidney. It has also a trace of mineral called molybdenum which is responsible for detoxifying sulphides and help in management of creatinine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combine with&lt;/b&gt;: &amp;nbsp;Black urad daal. The daal helps the chemical content get absorbed fully in the body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRESH FIGS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22MTuFjJ2JY/TButN10LSQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/F3OyAo-_pvM/s1600/infob_insertedimage_312.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22MTuFjJ2JY/TButN10LSQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/F3OyAo-_pvM/s320/infob_insertedimage_312.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hindi Name - Anjeer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Correspond with&lt;/b&gt;: Male reproductive organs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How they benefit&lt;/b&gt;: Figs, which are high in sugar content, give energy and vitality to the scrotal sac. They help maintain proper temperature inside the scrotal sac which is essential for sperm mobility, thereby leading to proper erections as well. Including figs in your diet helps battle fatigue and depression, a common reason attributed to poor performance in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combine with&lt;/b&gt;: Pumpkin seeds that are a good source for zinc. Zinc is important for sex drive and is also needed by the body to make sperms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TOMATOES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22MTuFjJ2JY/TButSrqdDjI/AAAAAAAAAgw/xHyBEFd8qYo/s1600/infob_insertedimage_313.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22MTuFjJ2JY/TButSrqdDjI/AAAAAAAAAgw/xHyBEFd8qYo/s320/infob_insertedimage_313.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hindi Name - Tamator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Correspond with&lt;/b&gt;: Heart. A tomato has four chambers and is red. Ditto for your dil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How they benefit&lt;/b&gt;: Tomatoes have fibre and lycopene, a type of phytochemical which is a powerful anti-oxidant. They also have Vitamin K which regulates blood flow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combine with&lt;/b&gt;: Lotus stem, which resemble arteries. Okra is a good combo too since it&#39;s known to purify blood capillaries. Tomatoes are best consumed through soups and sauces (without preservatives). While the raw form is healthy, cooked tomatoes are more advantageous as the heating process makes lycopene easily absorbable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WALNUTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22MTuFjJ2JY/TButZuKmepI/AAAAAAAAAg4/55FGhdPp2R0/s1600/infob_insertedimage_314.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22MTuFjJ2JY/TButZuKmepI/AAAAAAAAAg4/55FGhdPp2R0/s320/infob_insertedimage_314.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hindi Name - Akhrot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Correspond with: &lt;/b&gt;Brain. A walnut looks like a little brain, a right and the left hemisphere, upper cerebrum and lower cerebellum. Even the wrinkles and folds on the nut are just like the neocortex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How they benefit&lt;/b&gt;: Walnuts have Omega 3 poly unsaturated fatty acids. Among other things, walnuts contain polyphenols. These are compounds which have ellagic acid, tannic acid, caffic acid, chlorogenic acid and serulic acid, all of which regulate blood circulation and conduction of nerve impulses to the brain. They are useful for enhancing memory power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combine with&lt;/b&gt;: With raisins and almonds. The Vitamin E present in walnut will get absorbed in the presence of raisins&#39; phytochemicals. Hazelnut is another combination as it is a rich source of Vitamin E, fibre, copper, potassium, ellagic acid and fibre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AVOCADOS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22MTuFjJ2JY/TButfZMJ8OI/AAAAAAAAAhA/nOBqwn5wT-Q/s1600/infob_insertedimage_315.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22MTuFjJ2JY/TButfZMJ8OI/AAAAAAAAAhA/nOBqwn5wT-Q/s320/infob_insertedimage_315.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hindi Name&lt;/b&gt; – Makhanphal or Roochira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Correspond with&lt;/b&gt;: Womb and cervix. Avocado is a fruit, basically the reproductive part of the plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How they benefit&lt;/b&gt;: Contains good fat and are rich in two phytochemicas — beta-sitosterol and glutathione — that offer protection against cervix cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combine with&lt;/b&gt;: Olives which are also healthy for the reproductive organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ORANGES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22MTuFjJ2JY/TButkVuA_8I/AAAAAAAAAhI/UMVfepJy0Ic/s1600/infob_insertedimage_316.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22MTuFjJ2JY/TButkVuA_8I/AAAAAAAAAhI/UMVfepJy0Ic/s320/infob_insertedimage_316.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Correspond with&lt;/b&gt;: Mammary glands &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How they benefit&lt;/b&gt;: Besides being an excellent source for Vitamin C, oranges contain bioflavonoids such as rutin and hesperidin which regulate blood flow to the breasts and retard tumour growth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combine with:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Small plant of methi in a salad form. The combination is great for protection of the mammary glands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONIONS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22MTuFjJ2JY/TButoeZLSPI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/d3QJ_fBliN0/s1600/infob_insertedimage_317.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22MTuFjJ2JY/TButoeZLSPI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/d3QJ_fBliN0/s320/infob_insertedimage_317.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Correspond with:&lt;/b&gt; Body’s cells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How they benefit:&lt;/b&gt; Onions have Vitamin C, betacarotene and certain flavonoids which are known to reduce risk caused due to cancer. The sulphur compound in onions blocks carcinogens (cancer causing genes). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combine with&lt;/b&gt;: Brussels sprouts (from the cauliflowercabbage family). They contain bioflavonoids that retard cancer growth.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;!--
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Every other Bunty-Babli, Raj-Simran, Guddu-Sweety fall in love against the backdrop of trickling rains and the ambience created by a sensuous rain song. Lovers bathe in the visual and musical impact of Hindi songs, in which the drenched, sexy heroine romances a muscle-flexing hero - while raindrops trickle down their bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bollywood songs on the rainy season have assisted many-a-love-story. But the recent love-story of the elusive and old-fashioned Mr Monsoon and the ‘bindaas’ Miss Rain is truly ‘chatpata’. Here is an eyewitness’ account:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;The Love Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mr Monsoon of the nearby ‘Seasons Apartment’, saw Miss Rain of ‘The Sky Building’ for the first time, he was awe-struck. After recovering, he couldn’t help voicing his emotions through: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#003333;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;Ek ladki bheegi bhagi si…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#003333;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(The evergreen track from the film ‘Chalti Ka Naam Gadi (1958)’, starring Madhubala and Kishore Kumar, is hailed as a cult song. Madhubala looks ethereal in a drenched sari and Kishore Kumar is at his comic best.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Miss Rain (who resembles Kareena according to love-smitten Mr Monsoon) was unaware of Mr Monsoon’s interest in her. She was frolicking in rain on top of ‘The Sky’, crooning: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;Bhaage re mann…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The song by Sunidhi Chauhan and composed by the lesser known Sandesh Sandilya from ‘Chameli’ (2003), is feisty and fun-filled. As Kareena Kapoor, who plays a prostitute dances with abundance, Rahul Bose looks on with interest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Monsoon wanted lady-love to know the critical condition of his heart, so he penned a poem, which was of course not original and hugely borrowed from age-old love song: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#663366;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;Zindagi bhar nahi bhulegi wo barsaat ki raat…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#663366;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(This song from ‘Barsaat Ki Raat’ (1960) by Mohammad Rafi is still remembered for its romance and melody. Its lyrics are by the veteran Sahir Ludhianvi and the song been filmed on Bharat Bhushan and Madhubala.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the question of a messenger confronted Mr Monsoon and he thought of ‘Bijli - the hot maid’ (no, mind you! He always has honourable intentions for maids unlike some film stars). He asked Bijli to be his messenger and hand over the love letter to Miss Rain. Now, Bijli was too eager to please the sweet Mr Monsoon, who never sought her out like others did. She readily agreed, more so, because she fancied a lad in ‘The Sky Building’. Swaying her body like the hot babes of cinema, she started towards the building, singing the hot number: &lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip tip barsa paani…&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is a typical Bollywood rain song from ‘Mohra’ (1994) in which Raveena Tandon donning a diaphanous saree tries to seduce the impassive Akshay Kumar. Sung by Alka Yagnik, Udit Narayan and composed by Viju Shah, this song continues to top memory charts for its ‘latkas and jhatkas’).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bijli handed over the letter to Miss Rain, who showed her indignation by tearing it and throwing it on her face. Bijli made faces at her before saying that she shouldn’t be so vain and she will never get such a gentlemanly admirer like Mr Monsoon. Miss Rains closed the door on her face. Meanwhile, Mr Monsoon was listening to the romantic number: &lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rimjhim gire saawan&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Composed by R D Burman, this song was beautifully rendered by Kishore Kumar and Lata in ‘Manzil’ (1977). The song has been brilliantly picturised on Amitabh and Moushmi strolling the streets of Mumbai.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bijli returned and pressed the doorbell, Mr Monsoon ran to the door in anticipation. But seeing her crestfallen face, he guessed Miss Rain’s reply. His heart gave a strange lurch, (he thought it was breaking) and he sunk to the ground. Bijli wailed and the neighbours came in and put him on the bed. Mr Monsoon fell love-sick. At that moment, RJ Sangeeta was playing a beautiful number on FM, which worsened Mr Monsoon’s condition: &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pyar hua ikraar hua hai…&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This classic from ‘Shri 420’ (1955) is the first song that comes to our mind when we think of a rain number in Bollywood. Composed by Shankar Jaikishan, and sung by Lata Mangeshkar-Manna Dey jodi, it is picturised on the legendary onscreen couple – Raj Kapoor and Nargis.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Miss Rain couldn’t contain her curiosity; she wanted to read the love letter. So, she assembled the torn bits and read the emotional outburst. The love-letter touched her heart, she got distracted, and so she switched on the TV to get over the uneasiness. On TV, they were showing: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;Ye saazish hai boondon ki…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(The romantic number from ‘Fanaa’ (2006), is a turning point in the film, where Kajol plays a blind girl and Aamir Khan, a terrorist. Sonu Nigam and Sunidhi Chauhan have rendered the song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Rain now wanted to catch a glimpse of her admirer, who sounded so devoted to her. So, she went atop her building again to see what Mr Monsoon looked like. The moment Mr Monsoon saw her there, shyly glancing towards him, he couldn’t help jumping out of bed and dancing to the tunes of: &lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dum dum diga diga&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This popular Kalyanji-Anandji song from ‘Chhaliya’ (1960) has been rendered by Mukesh and picturised skillfully on Raj Kapoor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment their eyes met, it started raining. Miss Rain, who immensely liked the first look of the handsome Mr Monsoon, smiled merrily at him and sang with delight: &lt;span style=&quot;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;Barso re megha megha…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Picturised on Aishwarya in the film ‘Guru’ (2007) the song by Shreya Ghoshal captures the euphoria rain creates.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Monsoon waved back. Bijli, who was seeing the entire episode, asked Mr Monsoon to scribble date and time on a chart-paper and show it to Miss Rain. Miss Rain saw it and went in without a word. On D-day, Mr Monsoon sat in a park on a bench, singing: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;Aakhir tumhe aana hai…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A typical rain-song from the film ‘Yulgaar’ (1992). Rendered by Kumar Sanu and filmed on Nagma and Sanjay Dutt, this song was on the lips of every dandy in town.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Rain came and the weather changed. It started raining, flowers bloomed, birds chirped and trees danced with delight. There was fragrance and love in the air as the two met. From afar, someone was playing: &lt;span style=&quot;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rimjhim rimjhim, rumjhum rumjhum&lt;/strong&gt;… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This beautiful song by Kumar Sanu and Kavita Krishnamurthy from the film ‘1942 A Love Story’ (1943), is known for its romantic and amazing picturisation. Anil Kapoor and Manisha Koirala looked striking in the song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this was how Mr Monsoon and Miss Rain fell madly in love. Their love is still growing strong, inspite of stiff opposition from the ‘polluted’ world and its people… but this doesn’t stop the duo from dancing and singing on popular rain songs of Bollywood at every given opportunity: &lt;span style=&quot;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ghode jaisi chal (Dil to paagal hai)…Ghanan ghanan(Lagaan)…Saawan barse (Dahek) and so on&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their message to all - Keep drizzling with love! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;!--
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The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite; his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why?&quot; he asked, shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I am tired. There are no reasons for everything in the world!&quot; I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept silent the whole night, seemingly in deep thought. My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who was not able to even express his predicament, so what else could I expect from him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally he asked me: &quot;What can I do to change your mind?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said it right... It&#39;s hard to change a person&#39;s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: &quot;Here is the question. If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let&#39;s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death. Will you do it for me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: &quot;I will give you your answer tomorrow....&quot; My hopes just sank by listening to his response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear, &quot;I would not pick that flower for you, but....please allow me to explain the reasons further.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city. I have to save my eyes to show you the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always have the cramps whenever your &quot;good friend&quot; approaches every month. I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes. I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand...and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die ... &quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting. .. And as I continue on reading... &quot;Now, that you have finished reading my answer, and if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s LIFE, and LOVE. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love shows up in all forms; even in very small and cheeky forms. It has never been a model. It could be the dullest and most boring form ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... AND THAT&#39;S LIFE&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;!--
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In his last will and teastament he had written that upon his death, half the horses he owned should go to his only son; one fourth to the village temple and one fifth to the faithful servant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;The village elders could not stop scratching their heads. How can they give half of the 19 horses to the son? You cannot cut up a horse. They puzzled over this dilemma for more than two weeks and then decided to send for a wise man who was living in a neighbouring village. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;The wise man came riding on his horse and asked the villagers if he can be of any help to them. The village elders told him about the rich man&#39;s last will and testament which stated that half of the (19) horses must be given to his only son, one fourth must go to the temple and one fifth to the faithful servant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;The wise man said he will immediately solve their problem without any delay whatsoever. He had the 19 horses placed in a row standing next to one another. Then he added his own horse as the 20 th horse. Now he went about giving half of the 20 horses – that is ten horses to the son. One fourth of 20- that is 5 horses were given to the temple committee. One fifth of twenty- that is 4 horses were given to the faithful servant. Ten plus five plus four made 19 horses. The remaining 20 th horse was his own which he promptly mounted, spoke a few inspiring words, and rode back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; The villagers were simply dumfounded, full of disbelief and filled with admiration. And the parting words of the wise man were inscribed in their hearts and minds which they greatly cherished and passed on to their succeeding generations till today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;The wise man said: In our daily lives, in our daily affairs, simply add God&#39;s name and then go about facing the day&#39;s happenings. Ever come across problems in life that are seemingly insurmountable? (Like the villagers, do we feel that such problems cannot be solved?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;The wise man continued: Add the God Principle in our daily lives and the problems will become lighter and eventually will disappear. In the manner of the ice which, with the addition of the heat principle will turn into water, and that will eventually evaporate as steam and disappear. And how do we add God&#39;s name in our daily lives? Through prayers, filled with true love and devotion with sincerity of purpose and dedication that only total faith can bring about. Meditation is a powerful means of directing the mind Godward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;But without true love and devotion entering into it, it remains like a boat without water. It is not difficult to push a boat that is floating in water, but extremely hard to drag the same boat on dry land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;In the same way, if our life&#39;s boat floats on the waters of true love and devotion, we can sail easily in it. The principle of love of God and devotion with total faith, (like water) makes easy the voyage of our lives. When the mind is pure and the heart full of simplicity and holiness, such a devotee becomes an instrument in the service of the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;!--
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My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you,&quot; I responded. &quot;Just the two of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&quot;She thought about it for a moment, and then said, &quot;I would like that very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&quot;That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel&#39;s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&quot;I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, &quot;she said, as she got into the car. &quot;They can&#39;t wait to hear about our meeting&quot;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;I had to read the menu. Large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&quot;It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,&quot; she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&quot;Then it&#39;s time that you relax and let me return the favor,&quot; I responded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other&#39;s life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;As we arrived at her house later, she said, &quot;I&#39;ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.&quot; I agreed.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;How was your dinner date?&quot; asked my wife when I got home. &quot;Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,&quot; I answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I did to do anything for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;An attached note said: &quot;I paid this bill in advance. I wasn&#39;t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&quot;At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: &quot;I LOVE YOU!&quot; and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. 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Then you will see the wonders of the world.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, without hesitation the man cut down the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same tree which he had played on, ate its fruit, laid in its shade; he cut it down and made a boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as it was finished, he sailed away and wasn&#39;t seen by his people again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, an old man, walked past the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hadnt recovered from the time he had cut it down. He went up to the tree, but didn&#39;t say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt the tears coming down from his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the tree spoke in a faint voice, &quot;I&#39;m sorry. I don&#39;t have a trunk for you to climb, nor fruit for you to eat, nor branches of shade for you to lie in. All I have now are my deep roots.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man whispered, &quot;That&#39;s fine. Tree roots are the best place to lie down, snuggle up and sleep after a long life.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree symbolizes our parents, and the boy symbolizes us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is that we make use of our parents like tissue, and use them all up, and don&#39;t even give thanks, but they stay with us till the very end.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;!--
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So as she was getting her things &quot;in order&quot;, she contacted her pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.  She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://funlok.com/index.php/story/the-fork.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;The woman also requested to be buried with her favorite Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://funlok.com/index.php/story/the-fork.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://funlok.com/index.php/story/the-fork.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&quot;There&#39;s one more thing,&quot; she said excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://funlok.com/index.php/story/the-fork.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&quot;What&#39;s that?&quot; came the pastor&#39;s reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://funlok.com/index.php/story/the-fork.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&quot;This is very important,&quot; the woman continued. &quot;I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://funlok.com/index.php/story/the-fork.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;The pastor didn&#39;t know what to say. &quot;That surprises you, doesn&#39;t it?&quot; the woman asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://funlok.com/index.php/story/the-fork.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&quot;Well, to be honest, I&#39;m puzzled by the request,&quot; said the pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://funlok.com/index.php/story/the-fork.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;The woman explained. &quot;In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, &#39;Keep your fork&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://funlok.com/index.php/story/the-fork.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;It was my  favorite part because I knew that something better was coming... Like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance. So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder, &#39;What&#39;s with the fork?&#39; Then I  want you to tell them : &quot;Keep your fork...the best is yet to come&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://funlok.com/index.php/story/the-fork.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;The pastor&#39;s eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the woman the last time he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She KNEW that something better was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://funlok.com/index.php/story/the-fork.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;At the funeral people were walking by the woman&#39;s casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing, her favorite Bible and the fork placed in her right hand.  Over and over, the pastor heard the question, &quot;What&#39;s with the fork?&quot;  And over and over he smiled.  During his message, the pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the woman about what it symbolized to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://funlok.com/index.php/story/the-fork.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://funlok.com/index.php/story/the-fork.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, oh so gently, that the best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;!--
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