<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148932585527553833</id><updated>2013-03-07T21:33:19.131+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life's Twisted Story</title><subtitle type='html'>Life experiences,Behavior and twist n turns of daily Life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kunal Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6bbIRGSkJ2M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAATg/7ZKOQYcK-OA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148932585527553833.post-6192394944934269088</id><published>2013-03-07T21:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2013-03-07T21:33:19.139+05:30</updated><title type='text'> INSANE HUMOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Three friend were having their evening meal. After long tiering work shedule ,all they wanted to wrap themselves up quickly ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While they were eating ,one suddenly said where is your teeth .. !!! He was drunk as he had a bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody got curious , he said it again... Everyone laughted at him .. then finally realised he was right ! It missing ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly he stood up .. started looking here and there , checked his pockets , humur bursted , everybody started laughing !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said I don't remember where I kept it last time .. maybe in washroom ..!! He left the room leaving everyone with insane humourous situation .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6192394944934269088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2013/03/fw-insane-humour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/6192394944934269088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/6192394944934269088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2013/03/fw-insane-humour.html' title=' INSANE HUMOUR'/><author><name>Kunal Gupta</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114155136049045066651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6bbIRGSkJ2M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAATg/7ZKOQYcK-OA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148932585527553833.post-865307551344264530</id><published>2012-05-03T17:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-05-03T17:29:20.393+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Human Physiology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;People make so much noise, does it matter to them . why do they have to poke their nose on each and every matter . I pondered a lot ,that not what i do but sometime its better know. I met more often and seen people more&amp;nbsp;aggressively engaged in exploring others life , trying to unravel every possible stone to&amp;nbsp;inter-fear in others life . Most of the time its&amp;nbsp;doesn't matter but at time at time is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;At time and again ,what really bothers me is sometimes the after effect of such instance can be worse leading to&lt;br /&gt;life changing decision . Its very sad to like other countries we&amp;nbsp;don't us&amp;nbsp;counselor may be that will do some good&lt;br /&gt;but here its&amp;nbsp;up to our mental ability to handle&amp;nbsp;situations...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/feeds/865307551344264530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/05/people-make-so-much-noise-does-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/865307551344264530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/865307551344264530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/05/people-make-so-much-noise-does-it.html' title='Human Physiology'/><author><name>Kunal Gupta</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114155136049045066651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6bbIRGSkJ2M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAATg/7ZKOQYcK-OA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148932585527553833.post-5194898706751605645</id><published>2012-05-01T17:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-05-01T17:16:13.230+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unforgotable journey</title><content type='html'>I was on my way to home. The train was as usual late , it was 7 in the afternoon. I was getting late , sun was gone to ,it was getting dark . I went to the counter to reconfirm the train position. Winter evening it was and temperature was droping very fast. Suddenly i saw one of my friend waving hand toward me . We got along and sitting near a chair nearby waited for the train to come.&lt;br&gt;It was getting darker ,9 already . Finally the train arrived we were so happy to see the train comming . As the train approached us we saw it was full of passanger. Daam we thought , what was the reason ,someone wispered it was some festvial today for visiting a holy place.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The train was already late ,we some how managed to get in . We had not option it was the last direct train . I finally managed to get room for my self but my friend was to shy to ask for .. It was quite a hectic day and ofcourse the journey too but it was great to see how people travel and make their way in india. Living here is not easy but for sure you learn everyday a new lesson .</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5194898706751605645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/05/unforgotable-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/5194898706751605645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/5194898706751605645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/05/unforgotable-journey.html' title='Unforgotable journey'/><author><name>Kunal Gupta</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114155136049045066651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6bbIRGSkJ2M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAATg/7ZKOQYcK-OA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148932585527553833.post-1545486659312893432</id><published>2012-05-01T08:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-05-01T08:11:09.092+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TRANSFORMATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The ancient Greeks, the transformation of Butterfly from pupa to adult  was a metaphor of the soul's resurrection and immortality. In fact, the  ancient Greek word for butterfly is a word which also means "soul" or  "mind."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Native Americans e&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;mbroidered Butterflies onto their children's caps to bring sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Twin Realities: the world of dreams and the world of work. These worlds  are likened to the opposing wings of a Butterfly: The dream world is  one wing, and the awake world is the other. They believe the wings must  connect at the Heart for the Butterfly to fly and live. Real life occurs  because of the interaction of the wings. The Life is the Butterfly's  Heart. Life, like the Butterfly's Heart, is kept alive by the two  opposing, mirroring twinlike wings...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; In certain areas of  Ireland, people believe a white butterfly or moth is a soul on its way  to paradise. If the wings are spotted, the soul must pay for its sins in  purgatory but a pure soul will be all white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1545486659312893432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/transformation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/1545486659312893432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/1545486659312893432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/transformation.html' title='TRANSFORMATION'/><author><name>Kunal Gupta</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114155136049045066651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6bbIRGSkJ2M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAATg/7ZKOQYcK-OA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148932585527553833.post-5329566630516425370</id><published>2012-05-01T08:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-05-01T08:06:57.285+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LIFE'S DRUG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;She had been using for nearly 18 months, not always regularly, but in  recent weeks her appetite for heroin increased and dad discovered that  his coin collection and jewelry were gone. Her allowance was generous,  even by upper middle class s&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;tandards,  but once the addiction took over, it was insufficient to buy her the  desired amount of the drug. She stole from her father, from her mother  whom she lived with on alternative weekends, and from her older brothers  and sisters. &lt;br /&gt; Her body had become dependent upon the replenishment  of the drug, as the heroin would attach itself to Opioid receptors in  her brain and spinal chord. &lt;br /&gt; Her body no longer produced its own  natural chemicals to manage pain, so not having the heroin caused her to  become “dope sick.” When the drug was not replenished, she went into  withdrawal. She never experienced this before......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5329566630516425370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/lifes-drug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/5329566630516425370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/5329566630516425370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/lifes-drug.html' title='LIFE&apos;S DRUG'/><author><name>Kunal Gupta</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114155136049045066651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6bbIRGSkJ2M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAATg/7ZKOQYcK-OA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148932585527553833.post-3617650193279340761</id><published>2012-05-01T08:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-05-01T08:02:38.672+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BEHAVIOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;People tend to show what they are not , u can't even imagine how far  they can go lying about themselves,pretnding to be what they are not .  Its makes me hard to&amp;nbsp;believe&amp;nbsp;sometimes ..,may be its in human nature or  the pshycology .., or they c&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;an't handle the situation.&lt;br /&gt;People need to learn how to handle themselves ... may be this should be  tought in school . Its important that we understand ourselves and our  surroundings. And i firmly believe that this is one of the reason why  our morals in life has declined show much.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3617650193279340761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/behavior.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/3617650193279340761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/3617650193279340761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/behavior.html' title='BEHAVIOR'/><author><name>Kunal Gupta</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114155136049045066651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6bbIRGSkJ2M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAATg/7ZKOQYcK-OA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148932585527553833.post-8842794329776219074</id><published>2012-04-30T09:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-04-30T09:04:07.140+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RELATIONSHIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Relationship has so much to say about hemselves . Its hard to understand how people react and work with their relation.&lt;br /&gt; Human love towards animal is often seen and is more in depth than what humans have amoung themselves. May be because rel&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;ationship is not about saying or pretending, its about our expression and about the emotion that we inherit to it .&lt;br /&gt; A long lasting human relation could end up in no time ..but a relation with two species is above the level of understanding.&lt;br /&gt; Its not connected by words or our indivisuality but by the invisible  spiritual connection that exist between the two. Relation are best when  unspoken as they say " words destroys what we wanna say"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8842794329776219074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/8842794329776219074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/8842794329776219074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/relationship.html' title='RELATIONSHIP'/><author><name>Kunal Gupta</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114155136049045066651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6bbIRGSkJ2M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAATg/7ZKOQYcK-OA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148932585527553833.post-8981625338941776726</id><published>2012-04-30T09:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-04-30T09:02:36.666+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WRECKED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;He was father of three cute little angels . he was their hero ..they  loved him so much ,they were perfect family.this couldn't get more  perfect than this .&lt;br /&gt; they had all planned , their wish was their reality..all was good .&lt;br /&gt; But nothing rema&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;ined the same ,he started drinking , he let his life go, took everything for granted .&lt;br /&gt; It was hard for his family to accept what he has turned into , no one  ever imagine he could have done this..he was for all favorite,The  Unbreakable .&lt;br /&gt; Life is now different ,nothing is the same, his angles  awaits him ,with their eyes full of hope that he will oneday become  what he was ..&lt;br /&gt; Wondering and remembering those days they awaits his return...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8981625338941776726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/wrecked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/8981625338941776726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/8981625338941776726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/wrecked.html' title='WRECKED'/><author><name>Kunal Gupta</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114155136049045066651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6bbIRGSkJ2M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAATg/7ZKOQYcK-OA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148932585527553833.post-139019800949246187</id><published>2012-04-29T12:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2012-04-29T12:52:47.814+05:30</updated><title type='text'>UNPREDICTABLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;He was my idol. First in my ranking of important people, never thought  life will bring me at this position...now I have to think about him more  than twice..&lt;br /&gt; Life changes so fast and people changes even faster..&lt;br /&gt; It was hard decision but I ha&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;d no choice..life showed me the naked truth.&lt;br /&gt; I was struck by the truth.. It made me change my decision, my way of  thinking.I was shaken from inside...I felt all that was unnecessary.It  some how made me someone else..&lt;br /&gt; The truth of live is  devastating..but the irony of life is life has to go on , we have to  move on and live how we want, the Way we have dreamt..and that's what  life is all about , living our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/feeds/139019800949246187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/unpredictable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/139019800949246187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/139019800949246187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/unpredictable.html' title='UNPREDICTABLE'/><author><name>Kunal Gupta</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114155136049045066651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6bbIRGSkJ2M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAATg/7ZKOQYcK-OA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148932585527553833.post-46969470309472008</id><published>2012-04-29T08:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-04-29T08:04:36.988+05:30</updated><title type='text'>UNCONDITIONAL LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The first day i met her , she was shy and unusally ordinary . we met  many time but could not talk , one fine evening she struck me , i was  amazed by her presence she looked at me differently ..I tried to avoid  her but she looked curious and&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; tempted .&lt;br /&gt; The next day we met in college , she tried to avoid me . I askesd her in curiosity is everything ok ..she smiled.&lt;br /&gt; we started talking and met more oftenly ..&lt;br /&gt; today i am in love with her and she was already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/feeds/46969470309472008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/unconditional-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/46969470309472008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/46969470309472008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/unconditional-love.html' title='UNCONDITIONAL LOVE'/><author><name>Kunal Gupta</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114155136049045066651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6bbIRGSkJ2M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAATg/7ZKOQYcK-OA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148932585527553833.post-2020239153942074866</id><published>2012-04-29T08:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-04-29T08:02:28.619+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FIRST LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;She was sitting there. in the front row of the classroom.. She was the hyperactive chatty gal that I would love to loathe... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; At first sight, there was simply nothing extraordinary about her. I was annoyed at her seemingly uncontrollable m&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;ischievous  personality. But then again, I looked beyond that and recognized her  warm and mature personality... And that her large brown eyes enthralled  me....Captivating me with her sweet and jovial smile... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I fell in love with her........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2020239153942074866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/first-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/2020239153942074866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/2020239153942074866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/first-love.html' title='FIRST LOVE'/><author><name>Kunal Gupta</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114155136049045066651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6bbIRGSkJ2M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAATg/7ZKOQYcK-OA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148932585527553833.post-4410255384938422556</id><published>2012-04-29T08:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2012-04-29T08:00:56.174+05:30</updated><title type='text'>STATE OF MIND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;He wondered what he looked like. Probably homeless, and at that point,  he supposed he kind of was. His girlfriend left the week before,She had  gone to stay with her folks in countryside,which had its conditions.  One, that she couldn't see h&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;im anymore –  her parents never had liked the fact she was eight years younger than  him. And two, that her father the cop would administer a drug test every  two weeks. She was a fool. So were her parents. He knew it would end  badly.With his headache becoming more acute, he contemplated crossing to  search the other side...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4410255384938422556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/state-of-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/4410255384938422556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/4410255384938422556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/state-of-mind.html' title='STATE OF MIND'/><author><name>Kunal Gupta</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114155136049045066651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6bbIRGSkJ2M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAATg/7ZKOQYcK-OA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148932585527553833.post-6226782757989308821</id><published>2012-04-28T19:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-04-29T07:57:01.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FIRST MANSOON</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;As the first drop fell on the dry &amp;amp; thirsty  surface of the earth ,  no rocks were left unturned ,no pit hole was left dry . Every where  there was water ,the land has started to smell earthly ..the fragrance  of it makes the whole environment&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;  grow drowsy &amp;amp; intoxicating .&lt;br /&gt; Drop by drop every inch of the land was washed ... like nature itself takingbath.&lt;br /&gt; There was lightening &amp;amp; roaring of the winds ,the cool breeze that  blew as if dancing in the rain ,the thunder played like drum ...  everything is beautiful .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6226782757989308821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/first-mansoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/6226782757989308821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/6226782757989308821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/first-mansoon.html' title='FIRST MANSOON'/><author><name>Kunal Gupta</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114155136049045066651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6bbIRGSkJ2M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAATg/7ZKOQYcK-OA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148932585527553833.post-6632878683809777643</id><published>2012-04-28T18:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-04-29T07:55:20.402+05:30</updated><title type='text'>INNOCENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little g&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;irl brought the gift to her father the next morning and &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; said, "This is for you, Daddy." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, "Don't you know, when you give someone a present, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; and cried, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They're all for you, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Daddy."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6632878683809777643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/innocence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/6632878683809777643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148932585527553833/posts/default/6632878683809777643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestwistedstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/innocence.html' title='INNOCENCE'/><author><name>Kunal Gupta</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114155136049045066651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6bbIRGSkJ2M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAATg/7ZKOQYcK-OA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>