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		<title>The Hope for Peace</title>
		<link>https://mythinkingtree.com/2022/03/the-hope-for-peace/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[aseem.ace]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Mar 2022 23:32:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The bells toll on a broken clock tower as the remains of normalcy burn to ashes,The forced flight from the familiar has taken smiling families away from the streets that once rang with the cacophony of the masses,Resilient people play music and learn how to fight in the face of inevitable doom,The human race watches [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Art of Dancing/Racing in the Rain.</title>
		<link>https://mythinkingtree.com/2020/06/the-art-of-dancing-racing-in-the-rain/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[aseem.ace]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2020 22:10:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“This is a rule of racing: No race has ever been won in the first corner; many have been lost there.” &#160; &#160; On recommendation of Aditya Mahajan ( Aseem&#8217;s brother), I saw this movie &#8220;the Art of racing in the rain&#8221; today and I just can&#8217;t stop thinking of  LEO (https://www.instagram.com/leomahajan/?hl=en) . This movie is an exact depiction of [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Lost Home</title>
		<link>https://mythinkingtree.com/2018/08/my-lost-home/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[aseem.ace]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Aug 2018 18:17:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The songs of my childhood lie captured in this structure of bricks; As the wind blows on this mournful morn, the sighs and creaks play on my mind weird tricks; I remember the day we first came to call this place our home around 26 years ago, I remember the passage of time as from [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Happy Birthday Dad- 65th Birthday that could have been</title>
		<link>https://mythinkingtree.com/2017/08/happy-birthday-dad-65th-birthday-that-could-have-been/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[aseem.ace]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Aug 2017 19:38:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Time slows or accelerates erratically akin to a river running its course, a magnificent, unignorable and intimidating presence ; Some memories and voices don&#8217;t fade even though time through its agents of entropy persistently tries, for they remain etched as permanent tattoos on our very essence; Time is a roaring maelstrom on the surface of our [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mom&#8217;s Birthday &#038; My Funny Ode</title>
		<link>https://mythinkingtree.com/2016/09/moms-birthday-my-funny-ode/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[aseem.ace]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Sep 2016 10:37:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I don&#8217;t remember the beginning of our love story as I was too young when we first met, I was flattered by your attention as by virtue of giving birth you had to over me fuss and fret, I had cried as our first connection was being cut after months nine, As soon as I [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Kalam- The Extraordinary True Story that inspired Billions</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[aseem.ace]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2015 12:56:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Failure will never overtake me if my determination to succeed is strong enough.”-Kalam Avul Pakir Jainulabdeen( APJ) Abdul Kalam was born in a small village to a boat owner and his wife. At an early age he was selling newspapers to help his family sustain themselves. His first dream to become a fighter pilot was [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Happy Birthday Dad</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[aseem.ace]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2015 20:23:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I have found the one. We are getting married. She is perfect. But hey dad do you know something?  I miss you. God damn it I will always miss you. You were serenity. You were smiles. You always calmed the turmoil within me with your infinite patience and selfless love. But hey you had to [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>How to Assign Meaning to a Meaningless World</title>
		<link>https://mythinkingtree.com/2015/07/how-to-assign-meaning-to-a-meaningless-world/</link>
		
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[aseem.ace]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2015 16:56:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[First step is to make sure that he who dies, dies not in vain, Second to make sure that he who screams, screams not in pain, Third that the tears which come unbidden are those of joy and sorrow casts not a shade on our ephemeral existence, Fourth that we laugh honestly at least once a day and [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>An Ode to Mom</title>
		<link>https://mythinkingtree.com/2015/05/an-ode-to-mom/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[aseem.ace]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2015 20:35:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As I tend to frequently remind her she was the inspiration for my first ever creative effort. Of all the muses I have flirted with the most enduring one. What can one say about a mother that’s not been said or expressed in the choicest of words or in gestures and expressions that are over [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Envy</title>
		<link>https://mythinkingtree.com/2015/04/envy/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[aseem.ace]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2015 21:34:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[They do not envy your loss, they only envy your gain, They envy your happiness, they do not envy your pain, They envy your wandering, they do not envy that you are hopelessly lost, They envy your enjoyment of the snowfall not the pain you endure with the frost, They envy your winter sunshine and [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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