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	<description>I can see for miles and miles and miles...</description>
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		<title>To Twisha – My niece on her first birthday</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2011 15:14:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kritesh</dc:creator>
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		<description>Dear Twisha, &amp;#160; Happy Birthday. Before I begin, I just want you to know that even though I haven’t met you and you haven’t seen me (except in photos or webcam); make no mistake understanding the fact that I love you. Now, you’d of course be reading this when you are about 5-6 (maybe earlier) [...]&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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		<title>Nineteen on Nineteen, Twenty on Twenty</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Aug 2011 16:34:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kritesh</dc:creator>
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		<description>It is 19:19 on the clock on 19th of August 2011 and this is my last day as a 19 year old Okay, that sounded so much cooler in my head. Anyways, so this is it, the final destination of my journey as a teenager. Being the period that defined me and changed me (so [...]&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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		<title>Sir ka Beta</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Aug 2011 17:21:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kritesh</dc:creator>
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		<description>I used to be a pretty ungrateful boy. Although I appreciated the acts of others, I never used to express my gratitude in words. I thought saying “Thank you” was pointless and the best way to thank someone would be through my actions. It appears to be a noble thought, but it is not because [...]&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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		<title>Call, Life, Laughs and Burgers</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Aug 2011 17:08:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kritesh</dc:creator>
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		<description>Dear Diary, So, you&amp;#8217;re back. All the months of consoling myself, telling &amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s okay!&amp;#8221; just evaporates before a call. In the dreams of the past, I was the hero. Life is so funny sometimes, full of irony. Now, you tell me I play the villian in the eyes of people who don&amp;#8217;t know me. I [...]&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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		<title>Sochna To Chhodo</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jul 2011 14:30:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kritesh</dc:creator>
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		<description>कोई नयी उमंग पनपी है कल, कुछ नयी तरकीब और एक हलचल, पर तू उन्हें लेकर बैठ गया है परेशान, सोच रहा है कैसे करूँगा, आखिर हूँ एक इंसान, हर बार यह डर की, अकर्म की, रस्म तो तोड़ो करने की अब बारी है, तुम सोचना तो छोड़ो. करने की अब बारी है, तुम सोचना [...]&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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		<title>Raakh</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jul 2011 21:23:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kritesh</dc:creator>
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		<description>उन्ही राहों को ढूढ़ते, ना जाने मैं कहाँ बढ़ गया, ना जाने कैसी तलब थी कि मैं हर पहाड़ चढ़ गया, अँधेरे के पीछे भागते हुए, एक चिंगारी ही तो लगी थी पैर पर, पर उसे नज़र अंदाज़ कर, मैं आग में सुलग गया फिर लम्हों की राख ले कर, आगे मैं चलता रहा, बीच [...]&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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		<title>I look like Goku!</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Jul 2011 05:05:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kritesh</dc:creator>
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		<description>So, I haven&amp;#8217;t written anything for quite a while. Wait, thats not true, I have, but I haven&amp;#8217;t published it. Anyways, so I really wanted to do something for quite a while now, and thus I decided to write something which will be fun. That&amp;#8217;s not true, I was just bored 30 minutes ago and [...]&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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		<title>Beneath Apparent Depression</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jun 2011 21:55:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kritesh</dc:creator>
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		<description>As I blast my hopes away, for the millionth time today, I struggle in subtle desperation, to find myself a way&amp;#8230; As I look up in the sky, reminisce the time went by, I feel incapacitated, Now, I just want to fly&amp;#8230; As I brush away my tears, Those experiences of the years, I look [...]&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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		<title>Beginning</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Apr 2011 15:14:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kritesh</dc:creator>
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		<description>[Previously in this series - When World Disappears] It all started when I was 7. Mr Omar, he was the first. He owned a grocery store near my house, a big one at that. I wasn’t allowed to go to the store on my own because of the traffic. People do drive crazy. So, I [...]&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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		<title>When World Disappears</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Apr 2011 01:06:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kritesh</dc:creator>
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		<description>I cannot avoid this anymore. This… isn’t easy. I am putting up a part of myself for public scrutiny. But, I have to do this. He would have wanted me to. He, my older brother, taught me how to live, shared every moment with me and held my hand through tough times. The problem in [...]&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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