<?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-6737852179569526940</id><updated>2024-10-01T09:52:33.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mywords4me</title><subtitle type='html'>Words have their own characteristics, but occasionally they seem stern, smooth, and energising. How free we are to express ourselves and how much we value doing so depends entirely on ourselves. But because we are what we conceal, we constantly try to lie to ourselves. Why we are not receptive to the realities of exploration and their flavour within ourselves must be considered.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737852179569526940/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mystories4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655759639499061830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737852179569526940.post-2597301734087995252</id><published>2012-12-30T10:12:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2022-09-27T08:48:20.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essence of Eternity </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;The essence is still unaltered, but the sour of the sounds is an ultimate experience that is more inherited with the sound of its diversity in all the abbreviations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Life is encircled by the infinity of its diligence, and consistent behaviour is sufficient to make us feel as though the Almighty is all about us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;The purity of this entire phenomenon is still trying to show itself, but we are preventing it in some way. It is more effective since it is still observing our eternity to seek new horizons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
The real shots of life always hits in diversity and there images are really unexpected though we are sound enough with our mortal truth of being inconsistent.It is always a&amp;nbsp;dilemma of a fact that the variance in situations are really confusing however the source are always there to analyse .&lt;br /&gt;
It is always about a touch of our&amp;nbsp;well-being which is just like a ease of water and its recurring flow is always near to watch but it seems static always .The questions in our eyes are full of tears which splits , shrink and get dissolved with the air of&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;our&amp;nbsp;stiffness later there comes an indefinite hold which only releases when we are lost within our burden.&lt;br /&gt;
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During the shrunk of this hole glitch we were always there to listen , hold and cry however we never tried of being another side .&lt;br /&gt;
It is always a matter of seconds when we think of being reluctant but we never had a grip on our vibes which is there to say ...&quot;smile&quot;&amp;nbsp;at-least&amp;nbsp;for a second .&lt;br /&gt;
This one smile is enough for the turmoil and it can be better if we really&amp;nbsp;experience&amp;nbsp;it.&lt;/div&gt;
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It often feels obdurate to be a part of callous attitude
which ignores the suffering of others.&lt;br /&gt;


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It somehow appears to be an advocacy of an obstinate growth.&lt;/div&gt;
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However the reasons are never been analyzed it could be the
pittance of an individual attraction or a contrary to a prophecy.&lt;/div&gt;
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We are more concerned with the apathetic snoring of the society
but we never see if it could be us who attracts them or somehow nurture them
within.&lt;/div&gt;
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We always see solemn remarks with a note of fear though it consists
of a real joy.&lt;/div&gt;
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Despite of our numerous plights to ourselves, we still live
with our condolences.&lt;/div&gt;
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We are responsible for all this sloganeering and never remember
that it’s we who can create a source and can make it to revolve around us.&lt;/div&gt;
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The spaces of our destiny can be frenetic and admiring by
our own but most of the time it is surrounded by strident gathering of ours.&lt;/div&gt;
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We are not vociferous or not equipped with a vehement outcry.&lt;/div&gt;
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This heart – wrenching sounds can be more painful but we
have always attracted them.&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Quite inextricably blended with the thinketh &quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s not mandatory to believe in defiance though we know
that somehow we are the part of all.&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s more to be with us and our inner peace.&lt;/div&gt;
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Or directions are quite clear and it’s really easy when we
put our steps forward.&lt;/div&gt;
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It will be never late the moment we realize the happiness
and its existence in us. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It almost hits in mind to be active.The cherishing reasons are always followed with a theory and the moment it last , we get dissolved within.&lt;br /&gt;
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So quick and rational.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are still&amp;nbsp;negligent&amp;nbsp;about a truth and that is creation.It take miles and miles to discover the fact and when it comes to its deployment , we get astonished.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why so ? No answers.&lt;br /&gt;
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And if we have any , then its only confusion.&lt;br /&gt;
Life get survived on its edge and we get hidden in ourselves.Why not to put an enthusiasm out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why we are afraid of each and every move, though we know how it would be and if so then , its turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let get your creations out and feel the nature within .&lt;br /&gt;
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We are the source and we are the end .&lt;br /&gt;
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But it matters how we start it.&lt;br /&gt;
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It takes miles and miles for the discovery and for an invention.It happens once and it makes history.We live on edge and we resist to our intentions .Why it becomes difficult to go with it .Why we care for a result always , when we are not in the sense of our present.&lt;br /&gt;
It always sounds like an anarchy to a fact , though its not there.We never recognize an existence because we avert to admit and to say.&lt;br /&gt;
Each word from a divined soul has an energy within and its more good on the part when we release it for us.&lt;br /&gt;
We can live a moment or may be a minute and that can be turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;
It happens when we release the fact of a hope and it never matters , whether or not it gives an intentional focus .&lt;br /&gt;
It may give a different sound and one more hope.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are destined to a fact and we travel a lot to find.Its the inner&amp;nbsp;violence&amp;nbsp;which deviate ourselves to confront the fact that we are not sure for being worth on us.&lt;br /&gt;
Its we who bound ourselves for this world but we forget to discover ourselves.We are no more visible to our inner eyes and when we realize that its to late now, then we give up.&lt;br /&gt;
We are the best creations of this universe and we have a right to find anything,what we need but it should not be destined to a fact.&lt;br /&gt;
Its must be a inner turmoil for its own way and its existence, never matters how far it is.&lt;br /&gt;
We are the abundance of our own and its beautiful to feel the abundance within.&lt;br /&gt;
Feel the god and its existence in you.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/1469189450241462626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/2010/12/destined-fact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737852179569526940/posts/default/1469189450241462626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737852179569526940/posts/default/1469189450241462626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/2010/12/destined-fact.html' title='Destined Fact'/><author><name>mystories4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655759639499061830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh55B5rAx7UfQNw4OwBSgVQ4bOjJaooidOsfsaJNFu6LLL8OIcuigUebFDypxGjcKu_MnlhXkVl5oApnQPxoav6W4zW1HePa8K6FM9XztwtsUdnUzxZh5DfRjItzIOcrgaYrtf5_2fI__DG/s72-c/IMG_0057.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737852179569526940.post-6963342312095682930</id><published>2010-09-27T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T13:09:14.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebellion Sounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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This world is full of sounds and waves. Out of these the rebellions are harsh but they are the true survivors for change.It gives us the need of a thinketh , to attract the similarity and the power of our internal exploration.&lt;br /&gt;
The moment we close our eyes and get through with a journey within , then there comes a need of getting lost in ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;
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Its all through with a belief of power and worthiness .&lt;br /&gt;
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Recurring of the human desire is empowered by the width of its exploring.Its not yet decided where it exist. We all are the ventures of nature which is been layered by the hick of&amp;nbsp;occurrence&amp;nbsp;and its moreover static but we are free to live in our wisdom though it contains certain blocks.&lt;br /&gt;
But it never matters where it has to be and how it is going to be.We are the best creation of universe and we all are free for its nurturing and its innocence.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7171034938404398553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/2010/09/wisdom-of-innocence.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737852179569526940/posts/default/7171034938404398553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737852179569526940/posts/default/7171034938404398553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/2010/09/wisdom-of-innocence.html' title='Wisdom of innocence'/><author><name>mystories4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655759639499061830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoq6k1PU0I_XyMI9vqkpRIesMbfEzaxwq7dHo_9WuMYYxle6pziW589x0vUbipbCUcFmRQlanF0xN30Hxcsv8MWFMGnWJv-e8hEiCxGtkC0MX8lBC_3CXwieMBvBUjCSLc3U7a6Ca2Y6Ht/s72-c/IMG_2835.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737852179569526940.post-1665804234418471855</id><published>2010-07-05T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T13:28:07.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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We are the abundant source of energy, we first start&amp;nbsp;believing in ourselves and we should try and identify.&lt;br /&gt;
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The moment we start living in our own well being , the whole creature would be different and will make us feel what we are.&lt;/div&gt;
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Imagine our thoughts its really more than what we expect , we realize by our own&amp;nbsp;depth and there is alot inside to explore, to nurture and&amp;nbsp;moreover,&amp;nbsp;its all about&amp;nbsp;believing&amp;nbsp;ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;
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How can we prospect to make others happy , when we are actually keeping ourselves unhappy and emit the same energy to others&lt;/div&gt;
If we really want to get love than we should start loving ourselves.......&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/1665804234418471855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/2010/07/believe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737852179569526940/posts/default/1665804234418471855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737852179569526940/posts/default/1665804234418471855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/2010/07/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>mystories4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655759639499061830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQEnny_HibKbOuN1gHcpchhiIJcJQ1tzDg0IFsWb6QtvzfCGaotTz2JUfyWdXUBB55Bqsjh-Rhoof7rJ4bulv7RP9qvEWFwwVOo0tNMPpl5aBCmHh1tTKjPGsTDvhDF6vOs3jAMvsU-h1E/s72-c/IMG_2589.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737852179569526940.post-8232065781099222666</id><published>2010-07-04T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T13:16:54.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tampered Boundaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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The word which always put a thought in our senses to explore for a relation is harmony.It never matters how far the soul boundaries create a sound of echo.Its all there in heart.The moment we start thinking from our heart it make us realize for a love and abundance within us, We start sharing&amp;nbsp;ourselves&amp;nbsp;in a rhythm and that makes a harmony.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember we live with our soul to&amp;nbsp;mesmerize the sound of well being. We are here not to change the world , we are here to make our own world with our images of wellbeing and thats how we move for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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May almighty empower ourselves with our own wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/1400488988548422977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/2010/07/harmony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737852179569526940/posts/default/1400488988548422977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737852179569526940/posts/default/1400488988548422977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/2010/07/harmony.html' title='Harmony'/><author><name>mystories4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655759639499061830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjrNF_i8Paj2-ZVbYsCoJdRFBbtvigCsTkzh4_PCFaoGDIsIJ6hJ10QVOdgot0mOjS6xmLfxt-5Ycnv3SQhkRejJ-0aBm9XJRCvEyoIlznkR0EJeRTqlizZSSAqQ_zsAQ8-X9TzpuJL_cs/s72-c/DSC08592.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737852179569526940.post-5458776279056022901</id><published>2010-05-10T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-06T04:59:40.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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Its we who&amp;nbsp;nurture&amp;nbsp;our thoughts ...whether or not its good or bad ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Its all a power of our images which comes in our mind ...and we conclude it accordingly...&lt;br /&gt;
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Why not we think positive ...it may be the situation seems to be negative ...but we don&#39;t think that we are the one who are actually making it negative ...better to find the possibilities of positivity in us and then we will come to know we are the perfect one and the soul who create a magic within , is not anyone else...its we who are making history,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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We are the ultimate survivor and we are the individual made for our destiny designed by ourselves&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/5458776279056022901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/2010/05/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737852179569526940/posts/default/5458776279056022901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737852179569526940/posts/default/5458776279056022901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/2010/05/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>mystories4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655759639499061830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2ikqbV2bj9qOkUQ4r__gGLgZkGeNSV4o6FytTPrzotFv-IrgMFtoRPwAy2GWKo1FbK17I524QvsH0Fw1l87uMu1-pKDvzRxWY7cL95RPwSFqugIeOcDpgB-joc_0D1RaFfk8FjRPICqg/s72-c/DSC08648.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737852179569526940.post-9047809197637743902</id><published>2010-05-07T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T18:46:55.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When i really felt...</title><content type='html'>It was august 4 2009 when i was jobless...&lt;br /&gt;
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I was not sure to find the direction and my life .&lt;br /&gt;
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Still&amp;nbsp;remember the hawker , who asked me for water and started talking to me , and i find he was so happy to be the way he is , no regrets for the life.&lt;br /&gt;
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His earnings was sufficient for him.&lt;br /&gt;
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what strikes in my mind how happily, he is&amp;nbsp;conversioning&amp;nbsp;with me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized , first i need to be happy .....should thank almighty for creating me and giving me a life which i can really feel in me.&lt;br /&gt;
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that was a turmoil in my life...and things got changed completely...&lt;br /&gt;
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Coz i find myself and&amp;nbsp;moreover&amp;nbsp;discovered happiness..&lt;br /&gt;
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Its all about how we see ourlives</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/9047809197637743902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-i-really-felt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737852179569526940/posts/default/9047809197637743902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737852179569526940/posts/default/9047809197637743902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-i-really-felt.html' title='When i really felt...'/><author><name>mystories4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655759639499061830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737852179569526940.post-3971675168705239895</id><published>2010-05-07T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T13:20:35.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>think for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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Evening always waits for the next morning because she knows there is something waiting for her and she keeps waiting until the morning whispers &amp;nbsp;a love song for her with a complete silence and she again sleeps in his arm for next waking.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the truth of nature and it comes daily , there is nothing missing for retake ,its all about cycle of the life. So its we who can take it as a love between them or limitation of time factor.&lt;br /&gt;
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The only thing which can make our perception is our attitude.&lt;br /&gt;
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Therefore we should admire not curse.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7605050612903947711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/2010/04/evening-always-waits-for-next-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737852179569526940/posts/default/7605050612903947711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737852179569526940/posts/default/7605050612903947711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywords4me-mystories4u.blogspot.com/2010/04/evening-always-waits-for-next-morning.html' title='Evening loves morning and they get melt in there arms to nurture their love'/><author><name>mystories4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655759639499061830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgaghtQTDfiF3b0wQq05s1YDtmSi23guar_r6LiRR6L2vOJQdORhSGZS5rZA4246UVnRgggbFaMTht_mK_AztzmOtUtEcUyIp84EM-e4AFZheVZoiau_IeBPqdOhohtdOsdPzaFTGLykX4/s72-c/IMG_2818.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737852179569526940.post-1996216668643883433</id><published>2010-04-29T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T13:20:51.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>world is great</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
and live with your own soul....watch this&lt;br /&gt;
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We don&#39;t know from where we start our lives but yes the way we proceed and the way we think, always creates a turmoil to an addendum for our own exploration.It&#39;s all hidden inside but we never want it to be disclosed though it requires the same.&lt;br /&gt;
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We fight with ourselves to win but we never know that we are defeating ourselves only.&lt;/div&gt;
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We have miles and miles to travel but we are still trying to search the way.&lt;/div&gt;
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lets stop all this and see the world by our own eyes and our own thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;
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Yes live your stories for own and share it for others to learn how to own there stories for themselves.&lt;/div&gt;
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