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with my own affection..
with the vision that i see..
doing all i can for me !!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/InLoveWithMeAndLife" /><feedburner:info uri="inlovewithmeandlife" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="license" type="text/html" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>InLoveWithMeAndLife</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cGQXc5fSp7ImA9WhVUFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-7397300331292908383</id><published>2012-05-19T20:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-05-19T20:20:20.925+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-19T20:20:20.925+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Conversation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Belief" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Letting Go" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moving On" /><title>Something Like Love and Love, actually.</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;15th November, 2003 :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He : You know what's beautiful? …read the first word again.        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; She : You’re such a sweetheart, I loooooove you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th August, 2006 :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He : When are you free to talk?        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; She : Not today, will call you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15th September, 2007 :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He : Please don’t break up, I love you. Really DO!        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; She : You irritate me. I’m tired of you and I love SOMEONE else now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He : I’ll never come back to you, ever.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; She : GOOD-BYE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th June, 2009 :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She : Hey! How are you? Longggg time!        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; He : Awesome! All good?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She : Not really. My Fiancée cheated on me, I called off the engagement.        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; He : Sad!         &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;She : Lets meet sometime?         &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; He : Sure, will do SOMETIME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New"&gt;&lt;u&gt;21st October, 2011 :&lt;/u&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;She : You still look the same. Handsome, cute and I never knew you wrote so well too!        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; He : Haha! Thanks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;She : Can’t things be back as they were? I know you still love me like your Princess!        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; He : What things? ..Oh!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-4WuGZUgkVIk/T7ezD3j8HTI/AAAAAAAACJg/_HXYjJ8sGKk/s1600-h/One_way_new_york%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="One_way_new_york" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="One_way_new_york" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-gLCsTKPkDGg/T7ezKoy84GI/AAAAAAAACJo/nmrjzm2XruU/One_way_new_york_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;She : I know I’m your dream girl…&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;(phone rings)         &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; He (on call) : Darling, I’ll be with you soon, just met a random classmate. See you!&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;She : WHatttt? But I lov..        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; He : Listen I’m already in love with an Angel, who loves me as much too and that’s not you. I was just here to invite you to my wedding. Here, the card. Do come!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-7397300331292908383?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/EmElD8IjHgk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/7397300331292908383/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=7397300331292908383&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/7397300331292908383?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/7397300331292908383?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/EmElD8IjHgk/something-like-love-and-love-actually.html" title="Something Like Love and Love, actually." /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-gLCsTKPkDGg/T7ezKoy84GI/AAAAAAAACJo/nmrjzm2XruU/s72-c/One_way_new_york_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2012/05/something-like-love-and-love-actually.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQNQ38_eip7ImA9WhVVFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-725187670846907633</id><published>2012-05-10T22:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-05-10T22:16:32.142+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-10T22:16:32.142+05:30</app:edited><title>Modern Technology, Owes Eecology, An apology.</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" dir="ltr" style="clear: both; text-align: center" trbidi="on"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Present Me : &amp;quot;How does the sky looks like? Cloudy today?&amp;quot;       &lt;br /&gt;Future Me : &amp;quot;The sky? Cloudy? What are you talking about?&amp;quot;        &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Present Me: &amp;quot;...it's up there, see?&amp;quot;        &lt;br /&gt;Future me: &amp;quot;The Haze, you meant!&amp;quot;        &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Present Me: &amp;quot;The Haze, what?&amp;quot;        &lt;br /&gt;Future Me: &amp;quot;Yes, the Haze! It's thin, dusty brown today while someday it can be a thick orange too.&amp;quot;        &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Present Me: &amp;quot;Are you joking? Can you even breathe then?&amp;quot;        &lt;br /&gt;Future Me: &amp;quot;Depends. On better days, you may go out without a breathing mask, wishing you don’t get allergies! On the not-so-better days – on an orange-ish sky – we’re stuck indoors.&amp;quot;        &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-V4zBufqwmcY/T6vw4buRcGI/AAAAAAAACFc/GH7Eo4OsgHQ/s1600-h/Mother_Nature_Photography%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Mother_Nature_Photography" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Mother_Nature_Photography" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-8R4L9ZghYwA/T6vw5a-kR7I/AAAAAAAACFk/gOam-9v4gqg/Mother_Nature_Photography_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Present Me: &amp;quot;Can't you breathe your own air?&amp;quot;        &lt;br /&gt;Future Me: &amp;quot;Well, some people are allergic to air, and that can spread in no time...&amp;quot;        &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Present Me: &amp;quot;Alright! So how do the animals breathe and what about the plants and trees?&amp;quot;        &lt;br /&gt;Future Me: &amp;quot;Are you trying to act smart with me? Everyone knows animals are just make-believe!&amp;quot;        &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Present Me: &amp;quot;...Haaaan, no animals? None?&amp;quot;        &lt;br /&gt;Future Me: &amp;quot;Are you drunk?! Hell, where would they live, with all the factories and urbanization around? You hardly get to see real trees, anymore!&amp;quot;        &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Present Me: &amp;quot;No plac...WHAT fake trees?&amp;quot;        &lt;br /&gt;Future Me: &amp;quot;Artificial ones, yes. Nature – if you can call it so is all we have now&amp;quot;        &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Present Me: &amp;quot;Sick! Must be horrible!?&amp;quot;        &lt;br /&gt;Future Me: &amp;quot;Come on, dude! This is the best it's been in years now, thanks to the new technology!&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-725187670846907633?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/TCjMo0vtAFY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/725187670846907633/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=725187670846907633&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/725187670846907633?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/725187670846907633?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/TCjMo0vtAFY/modern-technology-owes-eecology-apology.html" title="Modern Technology, Owes Eecology, An apology." /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-8R4L9ZghYwA/T6vw5a-kR7I/AAAAAAAACFk/gOam-9v4gqg/s72-c/Mother_Nature_Photography_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2012/05/modern-technology-owes-eecology-apology.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUASXw9fyp7ImA9WhVWGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-3542777278847054366</id><published>2012-05-02T17:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-05-02T18:07:28.267+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-02T18:07:28.267+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Society" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wish" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Belief" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspiration" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Prose" /><title>Can You?</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you wait for someone,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;who you will be with forever?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you compete not with the fear of failing,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;at hand of ones who always win?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you be strong enough to climb,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;higher than the highest plains?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you lend an extra eye for the eyeless,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;who are crossing the road at the wrong time?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you shout up for the speechless few,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;who can’t speak for their rights?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8I_u4Ihjt4/T6EkdLcDfeI/AAAAAAAACBs/bFgU9rGmixs/s1600/__life___by_ekbs-d23ityf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8I_u4Ihjt4/T6EkdLcDfeI/AAAAAAAACBs/bFgU9rGmixs/s320/__life___by_ekbs-d23ityf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you understand that life is not easy,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and so we should stand together and stay undefeated?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you find a strong will,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;to lie to me with honest eyes?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you share your deepest secrets with me,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the ones you never even expressed before?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you offer a helping hand,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;to the less fortunate ones’?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you believe love is true and as real,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;like it’s felt beating in our chests?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you find some solutions,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;or at least the answers to these questions?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you smile, love and live,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like I wish for you and me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-3542777278847054366?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/Hyanr47YQVw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/3542777278847054366/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=3542777278847054366&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/3542777278847054366?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/3542777278847054366?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/Hyanr47YQVw/can-you.html" title="Can You?" /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8I_u4Ihjt4/T6EkdLcDfeI/AAAAAAAACBs/bFgU9rGmixs/s72-c/__life___by_ekbs-d23ityf.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2012/05/can-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UHQHk4eyp7ImA9WhVWEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-4093925384412414784</id><published>2012-04-21T23:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-04-21T23:30:31.733+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-21T23:30:31.733+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Conversation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordless" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Prose" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dream" /><title>Oh! Pretty Woman.</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Day 1&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;She: Hey! Happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; He: Thank you, that was a&amp;nbsp;pleasant&amp;nbsp;surprise!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Day 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She: You are a flirt!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; He: And you are pretty.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She: Saying that won't make you a lesser flirt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; He: And that won't make you any less pretty.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Day 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;She: Do you remember our first conversation?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; He: Of course! You gave me your number 6 months after I kept asking for it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;She: No, you never asked. Anyway, as they say rest is hist..!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;He: Not history, the present.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Day 45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;She: Can't you ever find a single fault in me?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; He: The way you smile can get me killed someday!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGAp24seQho/T5Lx-y3UXrI/AAAAAAAAB7k/km9xV9ZfRDw/s1600/love_couple_kissing_painting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGAp24seQho/T5Lx-y3UXrI/AAAAAAAAB7k/km9xV9ZfRDw/s320/love_couple_kissing_painting.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Day 60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;She: So, did you miss me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; He: No. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-4093925384412414784?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/Txr1vlLTjJU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/4093925384412414784/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=4093925384412414784&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/4093925384412414784?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/4093925384412414784?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/Txr1vlLTjJU/oh-pretty-woman.html" title="Oh! Pretty Woman." /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGAp24seQho/T5Lx-y3UXrI/AAAAAAAAB7k/km9xV9ZfRDw/s72-c/love_couple_kissing_painting.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2012/04/oh-pretty-woman.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQBRng7cCp7ImA9WhVXE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-8925264846343162009</id><published>2012-04-13T23:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-04-13T23:35:57.608+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-13T23:35:57.608+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Conversation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Morality" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordless" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspiration" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sarcastic" /><title>Just, half.</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Is that glass half empty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it half full?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Can every glass be so full?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long can a glass be filled for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is every glass the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you leave that glass there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or was it meant it to be there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What if gets broken, someday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Was it meant to be broken? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Would it get fixed, ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, who'd clean it up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or we'd instead replace it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is every glass made to be invaluable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IsO3632xfGk/T4hnYtcLClI/AAAAAAAAB5E/qVVxUVNo4kI/s1600/Bleeding_Hearts_by_jlar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IsO3632xfGk/T4hnYtcLClI/AAAAAAAAB5E/qVVxUVNo4kI/s320/Bleeding_Hearts_by_jlar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Half empty or full, it fluctuates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't we nothing, but affiliates &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the best of mind to enunciate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not with the loudest voice to communicate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you can do is appreciate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only, you reciprocate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-8925264846343162009?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/1dDKucbWzdA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/8925264846343162009/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=8925264846343162009&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/8925264846343162009?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/8925264846343162009?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/1dDKucbWzdA/just-half.html" title="Just, half." /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IsO3632xfGk/T4hnYtcLClI/AAAAAAAAB5E/qVVxUVNo4kI/s72-c/Bleeding_Hearts_by_jlar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2012/04/just-half.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8CRnc8fyp7ImA9WhVQGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-4435922002608412753</id><published>2012-04-09T18:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-04-09T18:37:47.977+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-09T18:37:47.977+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wish" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Conversation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Belief" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>Love, Just Love. No reasons.</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;She : "Enough! You've got to tell me the reason, you love me!?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He   : "No reason!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;She : "No reason? There must be atleast something good about me that you love?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He   : "No. Nothing at all! But I love you!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;She : "How do you justify that now?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He  : "It's like earthquakes’ and floods' existence; my love is beyond things like reasons. Like you know how it’d be irrational of us by believing God would design natural disasters!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;She : "Really?! You explain our love in terms of disasters!?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He    : "Haha! You silly! I am just trying to tell you how valuable our love is to me. Finding a reason for it is like looking for a reason why God left us in darkness and let us fight each other to die miserably!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ss3E1hR7ZG8/T4LcFB4gAcI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/D1KrcvR_ij8/s1600/together_hand_in_hand_by_BLTe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ss3E1hR7ZG8/T4LcFB4gAcI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/D1KrcvR_ij8/s400/together_hand_in_hand_by_BLTe.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;She  : "Whaaaat!! You just compared our love with war?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He   : "Alright! My beautiful Angel all I’m saying is that I don’t need any god-damned reasons to be in love with you, I don’t need anything to make me keep loving you, forever. Even if you were a witch who looked horrid, I'd still love you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;She  : "But..You...And..?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He   : "If you tried to kill me, I would still love you.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;She  : "Okay, why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He    : "No reason."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-4435922002608412753?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/YzjRt0Hc6iQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/4435922002608412753/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=4435922002608412753&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/4435922002608412753?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/4435922002608412753?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/YzjRt0Hc6iQ/love-just-love-no-reasons.html" title="Love, Just Love. No reasons." /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ss3E1hR7ZG8/T4LcFB4gAcI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/D1KrcvR_ij8/s72-c/together_hand_in_hand_by_BLTe.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2012/04/love-just-love-no-reasons.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8GRHc4eSp7ImA9WhVQFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-6874594050178913220</id><published>2012-04-03T15:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-04-03T15:23:45.931+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-03T15:23:45.931+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Conversation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stupidity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>..and then a Pop!</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Big, bigger, biggest and then a pop    &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Oh come on, please stop.    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You looked at me and there was a smile    &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Do you think this is worth the while?    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I take my hand out of the pocket for the gum    &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You just giggle and stick out your tongue.    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Big, bigger, biggest and then a pop    &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Enough now, you got to stop!    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I move one over to be closer to your seat    &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So did you, closer right by me.    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another bubble and I rolled my eyes    &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stop it if you're sensible and wise.    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then I tried reaching for the gum inside your mouth    &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You tried pulling but could just pout.    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your lips meets mine and so our tongue    &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This time, I’d get it, will find that gum!    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My tongue roamed aimlessly inside your mouth    &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Till I found the candy and my heart shouts.    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-7KJTPGhW5_U/T3rIHUj6hGI/AAAAAAAAB1E/u1ZggltaYGc/s1600-h/Kissing_in_the_Grass_by_imaginary_lore%25255B15%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Kissing_in_the_Grass_by_imaginary_lore" border="0" height="297" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-lmUhlEstTGs/T3rIJP1iYXI/AAAAAAAAB1M/ICF2iffEN9E/Kissing_in_the_Grass_by_imaginary_lore_thumb%25255B16%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="Kissing_in_the_Grass_by_imaginary_lore" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chew what was once, your's    &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You glare at me down to my core.    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Swallowed the gum, it is now gone    &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Didn’t you know this was coming all along.    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Damn! You had another stick of gum    &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’m scared, frozen and very numb.    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And so you laughed, my efforts in vain    &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t worry, I’d that back again!    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Big, bigger, biggest and then a pop    &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Oh come on, please stop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-6874594050178913220?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/iMN9MVrsGHA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/6874594050178913220/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=6874594050178913220&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/6874594050178913220?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/6874594050178913220?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/iMN9MVrsGHA/and-then-pop.html" title="..and then a Pop!" /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-lmUhlEstTGs/T3rIJP1iYXI/AAAAAAAAB1M/ICF2iffEN9E/s72-c/Kissing_in_the_Grass_by_imaginary_lore_thumb%25255B16%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2012/04/and-then-pop.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8DR387cCp7ImA9WhVQEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-6748342594548699385</id><published>2012-04-01T15:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2012-04-01T15:37:56.108+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-01T15:37:56.108+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Conversation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Prose" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>You're the First, My Last, My Everything.</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She: Am I adorable?        &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He: No.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She: Or sexy?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He: Not really.          &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;
She: Fine, but you like me? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He: Of course, NOT. &lt;/i&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She: Don't you wish for us to be together, always? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He: Huh?! No.          &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;
She: Won’t you break, if I walk away. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He: Never!&lt;/i&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She: Thanks, I should leave!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He: But..          &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;
She: What!?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He: You are not adorable or sexy, you’re my most beautiful dream; my world. I don’t just like you, I love you. I don’t wish to be together, I know we will be! &lt;/i&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-mqNlGe8rqy4/T3ghUkSLWLI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/4MAjCKz85ZM/s1600-h/Couple_in_the_snow_by%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Couple_in_the_snow_by" border="0" height="241" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-8qHUPH5Frig/T3ghVxrjBHI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/oA1UG0Ud2Dc/Couple_in_the_snow_by_thumb%25255B12%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="Couple_in_the_snow_by" width="392" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She: But… &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He: But I wouldn’t just break if you walked away, I'll stop living!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-6748342594548699385?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/bz6tlJn5tlA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/6748342594548699385/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=6748342594548699385&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/6748342594548699385?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/6748342594548699385?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/bz6tlJn5tlA/you-first-my-last-my-everything.html" title="You're the First, My Last, My Everything." /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-8qHUPH5Frig/T3ghVxrjBHI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/oA1UG0Ud2Dc/s72-c/Couple_in_the_snow_by_thumb%25255B12%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2012/04/you-first-my-last-my-everything.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AFQ3gzfyp7ImA9WhVSGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-2603550410320125477</id><published>2012-03-17T20:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2012-03-17T20:18:32.687+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-17T20:18:32.687+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mirage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Belief" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Critics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Prose" /><title>Scared of dying, are you?</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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"&lt;b&gt;Are you scared of dying?&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;
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This unanswered question loomed in the air before my head, as if a sword looming over someone almost at the mercy of their enemy. But then I thought, only to say, "&lt;i&gt;Do you feel the pain of seeing two lovers embrace at the end of a drama or a movie? Supposedly a happy ending, but your heart asks your heart to stop beating for just a minute …&lt;b&gt;because this can never ever be yours.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"     &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"&lt;b&gt;Are you scared of dying?&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Every oft-repeated question looks for an answer. But instead, my shaking hands sat clenched together, the green veins showing through the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;frail&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; skin that might rip apart any second. "&lt;i&gt;Do you understand how it feels to wake up in the middle of the night to hear a whisper, just to remind yourself, you're going to be fine? Off, on, off and on again…&lt;b&gt;until it doesn't work anymore&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;"     &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-q3RKmlttVIg/T2Sitz7MAAI/AAAAAAAABvE/Iad75ArbpH8/s1600-h/Death%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="254" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-kQLfuD7iYWA/T2Si0j2tlMI/AAAAAAAABvM/pnXpvRate9M/Death_thumb%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="" width="406" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;
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"&lt;b&gt;Are you scared of dying?&lt;/b&gt;"     &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Closing my tired eyes and feeling that hidden chain running across through my fingers, I can realize the restlessness in the groovy voice that came from the shadows. "&lt;i&gt;You know how we hide some our deepest secrets under our pillows. And the one secret that my pillow hides are the endless tears I turn over every morning... &lt;b&gt;just so no one knows I'm in pain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"     &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"&lt;b&gt;Are you scared of dying?&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And this time I made it a point to not wander with my answer. Only two kinds of people do not fear death; they neither laugh, nor cry, or even a hint of a sound. They won't hide, they won't try to defend themselves. They will look at death in the eyes, often even with that curved smile on their face. And …I smiled. "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;There are only two kinds of people who are not scared of dying!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"     &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"&lt;b&gt;Really, who are they?&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"The broken…&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and the brave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-2603550410320125477?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/QCEi177fQA8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/2603550410320125477/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=2603550410320125477&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/2603550410320125477?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/2603550410320125477?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/QCEi177fQA8/scared-of-dying-are-you.html" title="Scared of dying, are you?" /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-kQLfuD7iYWA/T2Si0j2tlMI/AAAAAAAABvM/pnXpvRate9M/s72-c/Death_thumb%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2012/03/scared-of-dying-are-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUBRX4_eip7ImA9WhVSF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-276558421803726676</id><published>2012-03-11T17:07:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2012-03-14T20:30:54.042+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-14T20:30:54.042+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wish" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>Be there, forever.</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They sit in a coffee shop, with snowflakes licking the windows,  begging to be let in and to glorify everything with their crystalline glaze.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;He gestures wildly with his hands, as he falls more and more in  depth with his story, captivating he’s sure, more than himself.&amp;nbsp; He pauses  momentarily, to sip from his hot chocolate, the sweet warmth caressing his  throat and then exhales in appreciation.&amp;nbsp; He catches her eye, encouraging him to  continue with his story.&amp;nbsp; He leans closer, placing his left elbow (making sure  to push his shirt sleeves up first, of course) on the small, round table  separating them before diving into his story once more, trying his best to quell  the butterflies raging in his stomach.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bRqGY-dyjXQ/T1yLi6AcGnI/AAAAAAAABtU/6fAbjR5L2Qk/s1600/coffee_lovers_sip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The first two buttons of his shirt collar had been undone,  revealing the fair skin of his neck. She sips her coffee, grateful for its  bitter taste as she tries not to notice the smooth angles of his collarbone. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;......................................................................................................................&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Above her, laid the young man she loved dearly. His eyes were  narrowly open, gazing down at the beautiful maiden below him. He could feel her  arms around his neck, her legs against his…inside her. His cheeks, were burning  with affection, as did his heart. And every single time he moved forward, a shock-wave of love could be felt throughout their entire bodies.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Before long, Virat closed his and moved faster, the fire in his  heart burning more wild. Anyesha held onto the boy as close and tightly as she  could, vowing never to let go. Her chest, heaving from the giant breaths she  took as the sensations grew higher and higher deep inside her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just as she could feel as she could hold it any longer, she  pulled herself up and pressed her lips against the boys above her, and her  entire body tensed. Her muscles tightened and as if given a cue, Virat pushed  one final time, as deep as he could, and held himself there, returning the kiss  Anyesha planted onto him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After a few seconds of no movement, Anyesha slowly and softly  broke the kiss, and gently lowered herself back onto the bed, gasping for air.  Virat took deep breaths as well, beads of sweat covering both their uncovered  bodies.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anyesha took several deep breaths before opening her eyes to  the young man above her, gazing gently back down at. She gazed into his deep  eyes for the longest time before letting a small smile escape her lips. Virat  smiled at the sight and gently cupped her cheek, softly caressing the skin upon  her face.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anyesha could still feel him, deep inside her body, and made no  complaint. She smiled lovingly up at him and made no hint to leave her interior.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Virat…you’re so amazing…I love you, so much.&lt;/i&gt;” She  said in a soft, loving voice.&amp;nbsp; Virat couldn’t help but to blush a little and  continued to stroke her cheek.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X40hjF74yak/T1yLn7jycsI/AAAAAAAABtc/_w4859U9E44/s1600/it_is_i_who_loves_you_the_most_by_bittersweetvenom.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X40hjF74yak/T1yLn7jycsI/AAAAAAAABtc/_w4859U9E44/s320/it_is_i_who_loves_you_the_most_by_bittersweetvenom.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My love burns more then you could ever know,  Anyesha…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;” He said back in the same tone. As if reading her mind,  Virat slowly pulled halfway out of her, and then softly thrusts back in, giving  the girl a slight shiver as she recoiled her body a little. She moaned slightly  and smiled, closing her eyes and holding the boy close to her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Ohhh…I love you…every time you do that…&lt;/i&gt;” She said in  a soft, sighing voice. Virat smiled lightly and gently pecked her lips, keeping  still once more.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I know, what you like…&lt;/i&gt;” He said, somewhat flirty but  there was love and gentleness in his voice. Anyesha giggled softly and sighed  gazing up into his eyes once more.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anyesha though, this time, stared much deeper into his eyes,  and her smile slightly faded.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Virat…&lt;/i&gt;” She said almost inaudibly, slowly tightening  her arms around him. “&lt;i&gt;Can you…stay inside me? Until we wake up,  tomorrow?&lt;/i&gt;” She said very softly. “&lt;i&gt;I just…want to feel you, when I fall  asleep tonight.&lt;/i&gt;” She peered into his soul with wanting eyes, so Virat  returned the gaze and smiled back down, softly nodding.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Of course…anything, for you.&lt;/i&gt;” He said, immediately  creating a smile on her face once more before she closed her eyes and breathed  deeply, her chest rising and then falling.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Virat smiled and gently rested  his body on top of hers, their stomachs touching, their chests touching. Virat  softly rested his head over the girls shoulder and both of their faces pointed  to each other. Anyesha, by just knowing, leaned forward and gave Virat and light  peck on the lips, without even opening her eyes. Virat blushed and closed his  eyes as well, sighing and wrapping his arms loosely around the girls body.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The two laid there together, still  joined&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-276558421803726676?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/H-Myf_2d8gg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/276558421803726676/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=276558421803726676&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/276558421803726676?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/276558421803726676?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/H-Myf_2d8gg/be-there-forever.html" title="Be there, forever." /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X40hjF74yak/T1yLn7jycsI/AAAAAAAABtc/_w4859U9E44/s72-c/it_is_i_who_loves_you_the_most_by_bittersweetvenom.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2012/03/be-there-forever.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYMQXw-eyp7ImA9WhVSFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-4326714847644893458</id><published>2012-03-03T23:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-03-11T17:13:00.253+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-11T17:13:00.253+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordless" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>Before The Candle Burns Out...</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Irj3AEmlCOg/T1JNawKIVrI/AAAAAAAABtE/m9bih2RU_Fg/s1600/love_making_sensual_romance_sex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;No, she did not feel naked. He was loving her soul inside her body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Her breathing was uneven and shallow. His was no different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;There he was, on top of her, his glorious eyes piercing her beautiful ones. She blushed furiously and he smiled as he bent down to kiss her coral lips. The more she blushed, the prettier she seemed to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Her hands, already snaked around his neck, now knotted themselves in his hair, pulling him closer to herself, closer and closer still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;His fingers tingled her as they trailed across her naked form, arousing sensations that she had never felt, had never known to be existent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;She shivered. He kissed her harder, deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Fingers intertwined, legs entangled, it was difficult to find one’s beginning and the other’s end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;They lost track of time, each moment a bliss, each pain an ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Irj3AEmlCOg/T1JNawKIVrI/AAAAAAAABtE/m9bih2RU_Fg/s1600/love_making_sensual_romance_sex.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Irj3AEmlCOg/T1JNawKIVrI/AAAAAAAABtE/m9bih2RU_Fg/s320/love_making_sensual_romance_sex.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A small whimper escaping her lips made him stop. She opened her eyes, worried, and found his eyes boring into her own, again. She smiled at him, raised her head and kissed his lips lovingly. and he pushed her down as he kissed her back passionately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Moments later he let out an almost inaudible moan of satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Her cheeks flushed, her entire being trembled. The beauty of this pain and pleasure was indescribable, much like the rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He kissed her forehead, her eyes, her warm pink cheeks and her lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I love you&lt;/i&gt;” he whispered huskily, quite out of breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I love you&lt;/i&gt;” she whispered back in a strained but happy voice.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I am breathing in your love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And, my life I am breathing out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We don’t have much time, love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Before the candle burns out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="DSC00509" border="0" height="86" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-BWDQCgbDJvw/Tu9HFRxY-5I/AAAAAAAABpI/kjWxslW0lkk/DSC00509%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" title="DSC00509" width="76" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;About  the author : Subtly expressive, with that bowtie smile. Thoughts  whirling and winding but most of them lost, she is a writer without ink  and quill. A doll, with a beautiful face of porcelain white and many  dreams; a mystery to many – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/emeraldwings27" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Henna Multani&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;, and such a sweetheart to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-4326714847644893458?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/6nIF3J1GnVQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/4326714847644893458/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=4326714847644893458&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/4326714847644893458?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/4326714847644893458?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/6nIF3J1GnVQ/before-candle-burns-out.html" title="Before The Candle Burns Out..." /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Irj3AEmlCOg/T1JNawKIVrI/AAAAAAAABtE/m9bih2RU_Fg/s72-c/love_making_sensual_romance_sex.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2012/03/before-candle-burns-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08GSHY5cSp7ImA9WhVTE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-7934730090808931115</id><published>2012-02-27T21:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-27T21:53:49.829+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-27T21:53:49.829+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wish" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordless" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Prose" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>Just say you love me..</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ien-AxHhXck/T0ukGTeKmII/AAAAAAAABs0/4gP7KCmXphs/s1600/lovers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Don't just hear or read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;sub style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Instead&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;rest your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; with my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; and feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Because more than words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;that fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I want my Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;  To resonate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Throughout the years to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Absolutely everything...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-7934730090808931115?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/vmXL7VycQ1M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/7934730090808931115/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=7934730090808931115&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/7934730090808931115?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/7934730090808931115?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/vmXL7VycQ1M/just-say-you-love-me.html" title="Just say you love me.." /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hX65Oo2Xrjg/T0utxppscGI/AAAAAAAABs8/_Vslw2MA0eM/s72-c/hugblackandwhiteemotionslovecoupleholding-e28931fe3497fffa98ed178fd9254fbc_h.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2012/02/just-say-you-love-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EDSHY-cCp7ImA9WhRaEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-3278620675022721962</id><published>2012-02-14T21:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-14T21:37:59.858+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-14T21:37:59.858+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Letting Go" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>Happy Valentine’s Day, love!</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;"Prisha, you know, I keep dreaming about you," Sahil says. "You're out jogging around the park in the morning or reading some book or you're just laying in bed with a bad headaches." he stops rocking his chair.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"You are so gorgeous, with your hair fanned out on the pillow petals of a flower. That delicate curve on your wrist bones when you pressed your thumb and middle finger to your temples to stop the unbearable pain in your head. You'd not move, tangled in the white sheets, like a body at the morgue came back to life, unexpectedly", said Sahil rocking his chair backward.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"You laid there all day, always still; cradling your head in your hands, fingers crawling on your face like spiders to ease the throbbing. You'd barely eat anything but crackers but you'd still smile at me when I stood in the doorway watching you. Years spent like this, the occasional headaches that left you bed ridden", and Sahil rocks his chair forward.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-zAw4JHMxmoo/TzqFyS9PViI/AAAAAAAABr0/r2RLQApUdYg/s1600-h/while_her_lips_are_still_red_by_bittersweetvenom%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="while_her_lips_are_still_red_by_bittersweetvenom" border="0" alt="while_her_lips_are_still_red_by_bittersweetvenom" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-VbMRzTDpVnI/TzqF85WmP2I/AAAAAAAABr8/pma7SpXaBKM/while_her_lips_are_still_red_by_bittersweetvenom_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="292" height="234"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;"And one day you were not here, anymore. Your headaches were spent in the hospital, with those white collared depressive nurses and doctors and choking tubes and beeping screens. The white sheets weren't the same as the ones at our home. They were too starched and stiff. I remember, you said you missed our floral purple curtains, the green walls and the softness of the pillow.” Sahil kept rocking the chair, mindlessly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;”I went back home to get it for you and when I returned, you were not in that bed and that helpless look doctor’s face just said “I am sorry for your loss” and then I was asked to sign some papers and they put you in a box, into the dirt."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sahil stops rocking his chair as tears rolled down his cheeks. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Happy valentine's day, honey."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-3278620675022721962?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/CCL1pFeNGV8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/3278620675022721962/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=3278620675022721962&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/3278620675022721962?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/3278620675022721962?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/CCL1pFeNGV8/happy-valentines-day-love.html" title="Happy Valentine’s Day, love!" /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-VbMRzTDpVnI/TzqF85WmP2I/AAAAAAAABr8/pma7SpXaBKM/s72-c/while_her_lips_are_still_red_by_bittersweetvenom_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2012/02/happy-valentines-day-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQGQHw9fip7ImA9WhVTEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-2086834820246590788</id><published>2012-02-14T20:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-23T18:02:01.266+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-23T18:02:01.266+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reviews" /><title>Don’t just buy, zap it at ZAPstore.com.</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;An online buyer for the last 3 - 4 years, I have tried buying everything from flowers to electronic gadgets. Without taking names here; I have had many bad experiences online - some delivering the wrong product while others eating up my money. But since the last one year, my online shopping experience has improved considerably with other new websites in India. Recently, I was introduced by a friend to a new electronic online store – &lt;a href="http://zapstore.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Zapstore.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; where you “Zap” rather than just “Buy”. What caught my attention was their unique innovative model of online retail, a good variety (but not large) of products and a customer friendly interface. &lt;br /&gt;
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Talking about originality, Zapstore has a very distinctive and interesting selling method. You can either “Buy” the product directly&amp;nbsp; just like any other online store and you can ‘ZAP’ it.&amp;nbsp; With these Zaps, which are like bids – your gadget price starts dropping so you can actually buy your product less than the market price being offered (around offline or online). For dumb freaks like me, this whole process can be a bit confusing, but the Zap team has been sensible enough to explain it in a very sensible manner through a flow-chart and a video&amp;nbsp; : &lt;a href="http://zapstore.com/how-to-zap.php"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://zapstore.com/how-to-zap.php&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-9k1KNNHzLdg/Tzp0NqnXP2I/AAAAAAAABrk/IUrHB-zYUWE/s1600-h/image%25255B10%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="image" border="0" height="375" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-0KievjYzviM/Tzp0zqMjHRI/AAAAAAAABrs/r8b0txebMEs/image_thumb%25255B9%25255D.png?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="image" width="587" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As they say, what looks good would sell well too. And this is quite true about Zapstore, the website is clean unlike most other Indian e-commerce websites which are filled with flashes all around the place making it difficult to focus. The catalog is not exhaustive but I guess they have just started off, I am expecting they would have much more to offer us in the near future. &lt;br /&gt;
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Oh! And they are there on twitter-&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/zap_store" target="_blank"&gt;Zap-Store&lt;/a&gt; and on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ZapStore.India%20" target="_blank"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; too! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt; They also offer free-shipping all over India.&amp;nbsp; And what is better than the option of having to pay when you get the order delivered to you!&lt;br /&gt;
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Being a blogger myself for sometime, I am not someone who’d just blindly believe anything a website says. Price for the NokiaX2-01 phone was less than what I could find at Nokia’s very own brick and mortar store and other online shopping websites. Zapstore has also mentioned its registered office address and telephone number right there. Though I hope they start taking calls 24*7, you see I am a night person!&lt;br /&gt;
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This is a webstore with promising future as long it maintains what it has shown till now. Being easy to use, with flexible payment modes and timely package delivery; it is already setting a new benchmark and trying well to break the average Indian customer’s inhibition of online shopping. Overall a good and promising innovative online electronics gadget store; definitely recommended. Checkout &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://zapstore.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Zapstore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; now!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-2086834820246590788?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/YusmI0vBlNk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/2086834820246590788/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=2086834820246590788&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/2086834820246590788?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/2086834820246590788?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/YusmI0vBlNk/dont-just-buy-zap-it-at-zapstorecom.html" title="Don’t just buy, zap it at ZAPstore.com." /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-0KievjYzviM/Tzp0zqMjHRI/AAAAAAAABrs/r8b0txebMEs/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B9%25255D.png?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2012/02/dont-just-buy-zap-it-at-zapstorecom.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QBSHc6cCp7ImA9WhRUGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-5607833018167360014</id><published>2012-01-29T22:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-29T23:52:39.918+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-29T23:52:39.918+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reality" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="She" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Prose" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>And she is..</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#191919" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She is the kind of beauty that talks in whispers,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Slipping under the blankets and&lt;br&gt;Misty on the window glass,&lt;br&gt;Hesitant and still,&lt;br&gt;Looking for cloudy moonlight&lt;br&gt;Shining stardust on the bed-side.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She’d creep up to me and yet I notice it only when she's right next to me,&lt;br&gt;Or her smooth lips brush against my neck, but..&lt;br&gt;God!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She is..."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Subtle?&lt;br&gt;Resplendent?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"No,&lt;br&gt;She is an epitome of unmatchable beauty.&lt;br&gt;An Angel trapped on this earth,&lt;br&gt;A bit of oblivious,&lt;br&gt;Becuase you never know, what she is thinking next."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-WwUNq5HhOOQ/TyWBUdFbdmI/AAAAAAAABrU/TjuOe9voX_o/s1600-h/wandering_angel_by_kencho-ddywvk%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#191919" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="wandering_angel_by_kencho-ddywvk" border="0" alt="wandering_angel_by_kencho-ddywvk" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-uDFH7w5yMNs/TyWBVsMY-rI/AAAAAAAABrc/H--gGcm-FAU/wandering_angel_by_kencho-ddywvk_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="261" height="344"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#191919" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"She is yours?"&lt;br&gt;"No!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Is she his?"&lt;br&gt;”No!”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"She is no one's, but mine!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;”Just mine!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-5607833018167360014?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/AtLdTFlx6tU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/5607833018167360014/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=5607833018167360014&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/5607833018167360014?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/5607833018167360014?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/AtLdTFlx6tU/and-she-is.html" title="And she is.." /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-uDFH7w5yMNs/TyWBVsMY-rI/AAAAAAAABrc/H--gGcm-FAU/s72-c/wandering_angel_by_kencho-ddywvk_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2012/01/and-she-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcAQXwzeSp7ImA9WhRVGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-4000790052186497828</id><published>2012-01-19T21:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-19T23:47:20.281+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T23:47:20.281+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Silence" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Prose" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>I'll be your love; be everything that you need.</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Know something about me; tell me something about you.&lt;br /&gt;
Pretense may be not be unheard around us, but ignore it in this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;
Let yourself be free and laugh; give up to let someone in.&lt;br /&gt;
Let me in.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tell me about your strange dreams and stupid wishes, tell me how your day went.&lt;br /&gt;
Tell me something to make me cry, tell me something to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tT7reIa5468/TxhCmdOzA7I/AAAAAAAABq0/ouLiZF5_JLA/s1600/together_by_jerseydevil018.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tT7reIa5468/TxhCmdOzA7I/AAAAAAAABq0/ouLiZF5_JLA/s320/together_by_jerseydevil018.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Let loose your shoulders, unleash yourself from the grip of worldly concerns.&lt;br /&gt;
Let yourself get lost in the conversation, lose track of time.&lt;br /&gt;
Let your feelings storm your face, and be mine to be read.&lt;br /&gt;
Let your muscles soften up in your hands, and be mine to be held.&lt;br /&gt;
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Look into my eyes, my soul is there for you to love and be loved.&lt;br /&gt;
Talk to me beautiful, just let us be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-4000790052186497828?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/JWUxwINKY80" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/4000790052186497828/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=4000790052186497828&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/4000790052186497828?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/4000790052186497828?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/JWUxwINKY80/ill-be-your-love-be-everything-that-you.html" title="I'll be your love; be everything that you need." /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tT7reIa5468/TxhCmdOzA7I/AAAAAAAABq0/ouLiZF5_JLA/s72-c/together_by_jerseydevil018.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2012/01/ill-be-your-love-be-everything-that-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcNQHo6eCp7ImA9WhRWF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-2369921408913795661</id><published>2012-01-05T17:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:34:51.410+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-05T22:34:51.410+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reality" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Critics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspiration" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sarcastic" /><title>Judge me or love me!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: left" dir="ltr" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0f0f0f"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif"&gt;Judge me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif"&gt;Judge us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif"&gt;Judge it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0f0f0f" size="3"&gt;Judge it all,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0f0f0f" size="3"&gt;Judge my hair,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0f0f0f" size="3"&gt;Judge my clothes,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0f0f0f" size="3"&gt;Judge me﻿!?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif"&gt; &lt;table style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" class="tr-caption-container" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bYn-OY25h7Q/TwWTA-98l1I/AAAAAAAABqs/YfRQ6tq5nWU/s1600/Guilty_judge_by_Mon_artifice.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0f0f0f" size="3"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bYn-OY25h7Q/TwWTA-98l1I/AAAAAAAABqs/YfRQ6tq5nWU/s320/Guilty_judge_by_Mon_artifice.jpg" width="320" height="228"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: center" class="tr-caption"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small"&gt;&lt;font color="#0f0f0f" size="1"&gt;http://mon-artifice.deviantart.com/&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0f0f0f" size="3"&gt;Judge my friends,&lt;br&gt;Judge my family,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0f0f0f" size="3"&gt;Judge the people I grew up with,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0f0f0f" size="3"&gt;Judge us!?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#0f0f0f" size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0f0f0f" size="3"&gt;Judge my home,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0f0f0f" size="3"&gt;Judge my school,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0f0f0f" size="3"&gt;Judge my lifestyle,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0f0f0f" size="3"&gt;Judge it!?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#0f0f0f" size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0f0f0f" size="3"&gt;But remember while you judge all this,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0f0f0f" size="3"&gt;There are people judging you too,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0f0f0f" size="3"&gt;So judge me, judge us and judge it,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0f0f0f" size="3"&gt;And we'd see who comes on top!﻿&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-2369921408913795661?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/XBrs7uRRL4Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/2369921408913795661/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=2369921408913795661&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/2369921408913795661?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/2369921408913795661?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/XBrs7uRRL4Q/judge-me-or-love-me.html" title="Judge me or love me!" /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bYn-OY25h7Q/TwWTA-98l1I/AAAAAAAABqs/YfRQ6tq5nWU/s72-c/Guilty_judge_by_Mon_artifice.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2012/01/judge-me-or-love-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEGQ3k-eCp7ImA9WhRWFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-3462470267440450916</id><published>2012-01-01T22:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-01T22:20:22.750+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-01T22:20:22.750+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Conversation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Prose" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>Love, forbidden?</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if I say I care, &lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wouldn’t you miss me, like you used to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What if I pretend to be there, &lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wouldn't you let me hug you tight?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;What if I pass by you, &lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wouldn’t you turn back at me and smile?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What if I break down in tears, &lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wouldn’t you stay back with me for a while?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-TX4WAA241ks/TwCOuvBOYYI/AAAAAAAABqY/VzIohWiVMqk/s1600-h/Forbidden_love_by_prinsesseina%25255B12%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Forbidden_love_by_prinsesseina" border="0" alt="Forbidden_love_by_prinsesseina" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-DQ9gG49kEU4/TwCOyUEhdpI/AAAAAAAABqg/EIkr6OGCJKQ/Forbidden_love_by_prinsesseina_thumb%25255B10%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="260"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What if I stare deep into your eyes, &lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wouldn’t you be tempted to let me kiss you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;What if I walk away, &lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wouldn’t you stop me, just for the sake of bliss?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And what if I were about to die,&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wouldn’t you be my friend, wouldn’t you love me then?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-3462470267440450916?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/ib73zfvuYaE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/3462470267440450916/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=3462470267440450916&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/3462470267440450916?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/3462470267440450916?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/ib73zfvuYaE/love-forbidden.html" title="Love, forbidden?" /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-DQ9gG49kEU4/TwCOyUEhdpI/AAAAAAAABqg/EIkr6OGCJKQ/s72-c/Forbidden_love_by_prinsesseina_thumb%25255B10%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2012/01/love-forbidden.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEERn86fSp7ImA9WhRWEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-3092766907307013730</id><published>2011-12-27T21:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:03:27.115+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-27T22:03:27.115+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mirage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Conversation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Silence" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordless" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Prose" /><title>Being me…</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Each moment...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Each day...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You grow, like everyone I see...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I notice how you change...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But never did I...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do you know why...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Probably, you don’t...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; Yes, all I can do is cry...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So do you...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But our tears are different...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My tears are just blood...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;That is all, that seeps...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; From my eyes, otherwise so bright...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As I cry...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Be scared of me...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But pity me too...&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Qzq9qFsJWZY/TvnyEoTCv4I/AAAAAAAABqI/bgLpQClbrvs/s1600-h/Alone_broken_love%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Alone_broken_love" border="0" alt="Alone_broken_love" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ic0ORYIMzoM/TvnyJB_QacI/AAAAAAAABqQ/mkrUJUQvHKo/Alone_broken_love_thumb%25255B15%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="246" height="182"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Because I am...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Alone...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am a...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vampire...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-3092766907307013730?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/4pyl1YQccKU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/3092766907307013730/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=3092766907307013730&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/3092766907307013730?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/3092766907307013730?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/4pyl1YQccKU/being-me.html" title="Being me…" /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ic0ORYIMzoM/TvnyJB_QacI/AAAAAAAABqQ/mkrUJUQvHKo/s72-c/Alone_broken_love_thumb%25255B15%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2011/12/being-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUASH44eyp7ImA9WhRXF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-7364141437304551993</id><published>2011-12-24T22:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-24T22:50:49.033+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-24T22:50:49.033+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wish" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Festival" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title>Christmas is all around me!</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel it in my fingers,&lt;br /&gt;
I feel it in my toes,&lt;br /&gt;
Christmas is all around me,&lt;br /&gt;
and so the feeling grows&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's written in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;
It's everywhere I go,&lt;br /&gt;
So if you really love Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;
C'mon and let it snow?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You know I love Christmas&lt;br /&gt;
I always will&lt;br /&gt;
My mind's made up&lt;br /&gt;
The way that I feel&lt;br /&gt;
There's no beginning&lt;br /&gt;
There'll be no end&lt;br /&gt;
Cuz on Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;
You can depend &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2dUqB7g-Dw/TvYIkDupG8I/AAAAAAAABps/VY1cGTQ97rk/s1600/christmas_by_keijukaiset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2dUqB7g-Dw/TvYIkDupG8I/AAAAAAAABps/VY1cGTQ97rk/s320/christmas_by_keijukaiset.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://keijukaiset.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;http://keijukaiset.deviantart.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://~keijukaiset/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;~keijukaiset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You gave your presents to me&lt;br /&gt;
And I gave mine to you&lt;br /&gt;
I need Santa beside me&lt;br /&gt;
In everything I do&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You know I love Christmas&lt;br /&gt;
I always will&lt;br /&gt;
My mind's made up&lt;br /&gt;
The way that I feel&lt;br /&gt;
There's no beginning&lt;br /&gt;
There'll be no end&lt;br /&gt;
Cuz on Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;
You can depend&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cuz on Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;
You can depend&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's written on the wind&lt;br /&gt;
It's everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;
So if you really love me&lt;br /&gt;
C'mon and let it snow?&lt;br /&gt;
C'mon and let it snow?&lt;br /&gt;
So if you really love&lt;br /&gt;
C'mon and let it&lt;br /&gt;
If you really love me&lt;br /&gt;
C'mon and let it&lt;br /&gt;
Now if you really love me&lt;br /&gt;
C'mon and let it snow?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/g7Q_bq07GVs/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g7Q_bq07GVs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g7Q_bq07GVs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-7364141437304551993?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/eQD6wUX-LWo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/7364141437304551993/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=7364141437304551993&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/7364141437304551993?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/7364141437304551993?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/eQD6wUX-LWo/christmas-is-all-around-me_24.html" title="Christmas is all around me!" /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2dUqB7g-Dw/TvYIkDupG8I/AAAAAAAABps/VY1cGTQ97rk/s72-c/christmas_by_keijukaiset.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2011/12/christmas-is-all-around-me_24.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UMRHk_eyp7ImA9WhRXFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-3281446981980619284</id><published>2011-12-23T22:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-23T22:58:05.743+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-23T22:58:05.743+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Silence" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Prose" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dream" /><title>I should’ve said no, really.</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="tre"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#171717" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Those fine, rich lips moved towards my ear, "&lt;em&gt;Come, let’s go!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No, I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She kept speaking, words burrowed like little whispering love-dreams into my brain, "&lt;em&gt;I will show you the universe. You have to come with me to know, what you’ve missed all this while.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I said No, yet again. But my heart-beats were too strong to be ignored. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I can play you the tune of love!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “No!” Despite my refusal I knew I was getting drawn to her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Don’t you want to see how the sunshine glitters off sand on far-flung beaches…"&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No, I tried to be firm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; "...as the sun leaves the sky!"&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "No!" I almost shouted. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Twitching her lips, she smiled, "&lt;em&gt;Tell me are you scared of committing a sin?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No, not really.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"&lt;em&gt;What scares you, then?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Frowned, I&amp;nbsp; told her how I'm scared of being burnt by the copper that reflects in her hair."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-N1Jsuu3rLeg/TvS3LoT3ovI/AAAAAAAABpQ/mlLKQHQMico/Love_soul_dream_reflection%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;font color="#171717" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Love_soul_dream_reflection" border="0" alt="Love_soul_dream_reflection" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/--I4WmpjVLrk/TvS4qbaA_-I/AAAAAAAABpg/GsNSril4eeI/Love_soul_dream_reflection_thumb%25255B10%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="337" height="286"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#171717" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;"&lt;em&gt;So&lt;/em&gt;," A vicious smile bloomed upon her lips, "y&lt;em&gt;ou think I’ll harm you&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "&lt;em&gt;Naah, not at all”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She pressed even closer to my ear, those luscious lips whispered her final thought, compelling enough, "&lt;em&gt;Then just come with me now...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just kept my eyes for the next few moments and could feel my life suddenly getting sucked out of me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She just smiled.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No. I really should have said No.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="tre"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;“..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Constantia"&gt;Luscious lips,&lt;br&gt;And so beautiful,&lt;br&gt;And when she smiles,&lt;br&gt;Those eyes reflecting love,&lt;br&gt;That pretty smile,&lt;br&gt;Like that last ray of sunshine,&lt;br&gt;It makes the heart beat faster!&lt;/font&gt;”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; 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Anam calls him a a writer, a poet. But in reality Arjun is just a dream-weaver with too many thoughts in his mind. He never believed being in love, just pretending but kept writing about it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“When our lips touch,&lt;br&gt;It’s not just a smile,&lt;br&gt;Not any dream ,&lt;br&gt;Or even breathing,&lt;br&gt;...&lt;br&gt;I just live!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anam had to say goodbye even though her heart was beating weak against her emotion-filled chest. With every drop of blood that ran through her veins, her wrists felt tensed; but she stayed back, back. Her breastbone felt caged – her heartbeats shouting out loud like a murderer begging for mercy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“No, I never was in love.&lt;br&gt;And you thought, I wouldn’t know&lt;br&gt;The feeling?&lt;br&gt;My body is alive, soul dead;&lt;br&gt;My eyes are dry, tears dried.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wonder —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now when Anam is gone he gradually breaks down. A thunder inside his throat, trying to swallow lightning. He couldn’t feel anything anymore, shivering with cold; she took the sun with her when she left leaving him frozen. The warmth of love is no more, she is around him no more. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“As I lie sleepless,&lt;br&gt;Late at night or the early of morning,&lt;br&gt;I can hear my heart is &lt;strike&gt;singing&lt;/strike&gt; screaming for her.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun hated himself for never being true enough to speak the truth and to tell her the love, he always felt for Anam.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-RxsxikDO3hc/Tuzd4TanM7I/AAAAAAAABok/6gtFRS-NIIs/s1600-h/Love_by_AmazingEllie%25255B3%25255D.gif"&gt;&lt;font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" title="Love_by_AmazingEllie" alt="Love_by_AmazingEllie" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-qKOFxxrf7ks/TuzeCj_w39I/AAAAAAAABos/MikkQPsVA-E/Love_by_AmazingEllie_thumb%25255B1%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="361" height="286"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember her eyes singing to me, &lt;br&gt;See you soon up there among the stars."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun could never sleep, but just kept dreaming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Yes, as they say poets do make good liars.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-2329678042202774802?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/gDGIYz9solU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/2329678042202774802/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=2329678042202774802&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/2329678042202774802?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/2329678042202774802?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/gDGIYz9solU/love-dew-that-falls-on-both-nettles-and.html" title="Love, the dew that falls on both nettles and lilies!" /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-qKOFxxrf7ks/TuzeCj_w39I/AAAAAAAABos/MikkQPsVA-E/s72-c/Love_by_AmazingEllie_thumb%25255B1%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2011/12/love-dew-that-falls-on-both-nettles-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8AQ3g7eyp7ImA9WhRQF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-3708849965982427733</id><published>2011-12-13T16:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:27:22.603+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-13T16:27:22.603+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wish" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Prose" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dream" /><title>You and me, in paradise!</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;I always knew this would happen, &lt;br&gt;But never so early! &lt;br&gt;She is at a breathing-distance, &lt;br&gt;Looked gorgeous. &lt;br&gt;Subtle and warm,&lt;br&gt;I know it's coming&lt;br&gt;I sense it happening!&lt;br&gt;Her softness pressed against mine &lt;br&gt;Her lips sparks mine &lt;br&gt;She gives into my desires &lt;br&gt;Realised how much I craved for her. &lt;br&gt;Intensifies, &lt;br&gt;Our wishes saw no end then, &lt;br&gt;But it had to. &lt;br&gt;And it does, reluctantly! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-WeZb6TLvnig/TucuFdD0AYI/AAAAAAAABoc/XTQxCQd_R5Y/s1600-h/image%25255B6%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-WeZb6TLvnig/TucuFdD0AYI/AAAAAAAABog/dlnwG_NJ-l8/s1600-h/image%25255B15%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-WhyeoJw0itU/TucuS3FiC4I/AAAAAAAABoU/dQDrKmlmaVU/image_thumb%25255B11%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="349" height="266"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt; &lt;br&gt;Souls touched through our lips, &lt;br&gt;She wraps herself up with me. &lt;br&gt;Our first kiss, &lt;br&gt;Beautiful. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-3708849965982427733?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/Du7QScb_y4Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/3708849965982427733/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=3708849965982427733&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/3708849965982427733?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/3708849965982427733?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/Du7QScb_y4Y/you-and-me-in-paradise.html" title="You and me, in paradise!" /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-WhyeoJw0itU/TucuS3FiC4I/AAAAAAAABoU/dQDrKmlmaVU/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B11%25255D.png?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2011/12/you-and-me-in-paradise.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUCRXg8cSp7ImA9WhRQF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-6959612540199929753</id><published>2011-12-13T16:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:01:04.679+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-13T16:01:04.679+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Advertorials" /><title>Sports betting online – a growing phenomenon.</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sportsbook, &lt;/b&gt;a joint or common-meeting place for people who can place money/bet on different sports, from golf to martial arts; from football to horse-racing, and any sports that one can think of.&amp;nbsp; One can bet through different methods which depends on the sport and the type of game. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of the most prevalent method booking is &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://sportsbettingspot.com"&gt;&lt;u&gt;online sports betting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Internet sportsbooks industry may have companies with fraudulent operations and no intention of paying their customers while there are companies which are honest and has an array of experts updated with all the match statistics and providing complete transparency. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One interesting thing I noticed about some sports booking website is their innovative application, where you can get an idea abut your chances of winning&amp;nbsp; - ‘&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://sportsbettingspot.com/bets-calculator/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bets Calculator&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;’. It is simple, effective and really easy to use for anyone and everyone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-OUeckB5l59g/TucpXlxrDEI/AAAAAAAABoA/uepQWPN-qjc/image%25255B4%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="413" height="240"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;And don’t forget chilled beers, they improve your senses!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871744018423325620-6959612540199929753?l=www.souravpandey.in' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~4/32RyDHo8brc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.souravpandey.in/feeds/6959612540199929753/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=871744018423325620&amp;postID=6959612540199929753&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/6959612540199929753?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871744018423325620/posts/default/6959612540199929753?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InLoveWithMeAndLife/~3/32RyDHo8brc/sports-betting-online-growing.html" title="Sports betting online – a growing phenomenon." /><author><name>Sourav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0C6FsaGWyk/T2Cyc9phzBI/AAAAAAAABto/v_kbnR0_kBA/s220/P1040069.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-OUeckB5l59g/TucpXlxrDEI/AAAAAAAABoA/uepQWPN-qjc/s72-c/image%25255B4%25255D.png?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.souravpandey.in/2011/12/sports-betting-online-growing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MERXg6eyp7ImA9WhRQFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-5569804327206994958</id><published>2011-12-10T16:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-10T16:40:04.613+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-10T16:40:04.613+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stupidity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Prose" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>Life, thought and death – in three acts.</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Man&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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