<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092878348892887665</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 19 Dec 2024 03:28:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Now, They have a love Story</title><description>A new story which never has a sadness.</description><link>http://loveu2live.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (pixy pria)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092878348892887665.post-6448054796340521117</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2013 06:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-19T11:41:37.449+05:30</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Love!!!!???!! How do we define about the love????? Do you know what love is all about????&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Well before sharing you with all you folks what love is all about for me!!! First of all I would like to apologize to all you folks for not posting any of the post about what we had started. SORRY!!!! :) Now plz give a smile!!! :) PLZ all of you give a cute sweet smile!!! plz!!! Now that's is awesome!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Today is an usual day for me I was sitting and just doing my works of mine. Suddenly I thought about this sweet feeling that we all have it in our Brain but we say its what my heart feels!! But the truth is Our heart never feels anythings!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I was going through my memory and I thought about it I felt My life was as empty as Pragyan's!!! My brain has done all the possibility checks about love. Love that Pragyan expected was that he will be never be in the position of getting interrogated by his love. He never thought the person he loved like mad will never accuse him for being untruthful to her!!! He did mistake in his life. Who doesn't???&amp;nbsp; But that doesn't mean he should be always be in the position of Interrogation by his love!!!! He has to give all explanation that he was always truthful. Just that at a point of an instance his relationship was lost with the one he loved always. But on the counterpart Risika never understood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;When Pragyan realized that he loved only and only Risika. He cam back Apologized to her tried all his best to make her faith restored on him. All was good but at a sudden point. Risika started behaving strange to Pragyan as if he was still cheating on her. But it was ain't the truth. And it started to become lot tougher for Pragyan and Risika to handle their love. Everyday Risika used to behave as if Pragyan was cheating on her. He has to give all the explanations of his daily life what he is doing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;One day Pragyan was alot busy and couldn't connect to Risika. Risika was a lot angry and furious to know where was Pragyan busy whole day. When Pragyan connect to Risika he thought he'll share his day with her love But it ain't happened that day. Risika Crossed all her limits of accusations to Pragyan and that was the day when he decided not to be in connect with Risika. He didn't give her anytime to realize her fault he stopped talking to her and start ignoring to her calls. It was the day when they got away of each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Pragyan knew Risika very well. He knew the day she 'll realize her faults she will message him and say that she was sorry of all what she did!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Pragyan waited all time. A lot of time crossed of either of them didn't contacted each other. He was down like anything. It was LOVE DAY. He waited whole day that whatever has happened between them she 'll forget and ask an apology to him for hurting his self respect. The day was passing faster and Pragyan was getting dishearten as his un-expectation was becoming true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;The whole day got over The Clock struck 12 mid night. Pragyan decided that moment he will never ever contact his love as the day he thought she will contact him and apologize for her mistakes but this also become wrong as She was to much blind in her anger that she didn't even feel he always mesmerizing her whole day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;What its gonna be to the two of them???? What do you think??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I have a feeling that she remembers every moment they spent with each other. But she has become a bit stubborn. But she doesn't know on the most favorite day of their life she didn't contacted him. At least setting the apology a side she should have spoken to him. BUT IT DIDN'T&amp;nbsp; happen..!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Will they be back together???? You have to wait by evening to know what suddenly happened to them that all this happened!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;LOVE WAS ALWAYS HERE... &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://loveu2live.blogspot.com/2013/02/love-how-do-we-define-about-love-do-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092878348892887665.post-8778370346502919917</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2011 17:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-22T23:07:46.656+05:30</atom:updated><title>Pragyan called her;did they talk?</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The day seemed not to end for Risika,She began thinking down the memory lane,was it a joke played upon her,or Pragyan was just trying to be friends,For Risika at this stage of life relationships seemed farce.She had stopped thinking like this,but deep in her heart she dreamt Pragyan hugging her tight and asking her to forget all her worries.&lt;br /&gt;
But why she thinks forward than things to happen.She hardly could concentrate that day in her work,she sometimes grinned like a crazy and sometimes her face was expressionless,Why??Is this infatuation?But she was old enough not to fall in infatuation.Her time at home was very tough for her to pass,she was a daddy's girl,but what had happened to her, she was looking for isolation.why???&lt;br /&gt;
Is this love?or she was the happiest to get the love of her life back?&lt;br /&gt;
The clock struck nine,before that Riska had closed herself in room from saying her family,she is'nt well,she needs rest.She lied them.AT just nine,she saw her display of her mobile glowing"Pagyan calling" .&lt;br /&gt;
She picked&amp;nbsp; up,they had a simple chit chat,then Pragyan asked her about life,(He meant was she having any boyfriend) she replied in no.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then they were talking on irrelevant things,Risika was talking to him for such a long time for the first time,in fact first time with a guy like this,and whom she had feelings saved in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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But what were they talking !!!Where is His Proposal,which he had written in the letter!!Was it a dream?But she was happiest to get him back,no matter in what relation they are!!after all friendship was always sought for before&amp;nbsp; a good start.&lt;br /&gt;
It was twelve in night,Suddenly Pragyan's voice tone and modulation changed:Risika's heart stopped beating"what does Pragyan think?He started talking about their school days,how much he missed her,Why did they go away from each other!!He loves her!!yes Risika heard that,Pragyan had unofficially PROPOSED her!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://loveu2live.blogspot.com/2011/08/pragyan-called-herdid-they-talk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pixy pria)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092878348892887665.post-6338686826992818407</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Aug 2011 14:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-21T20:19:45.046+05:30</atom:updated><title>they had a chit-chat!!!??</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Risika was not in this world ,she pinched herself to see whether she was dreaming or it was reality,and lo!!it was reality,she was reading the letter,she waited for Sunday .the clock struck 11:00,but she was before time ,she was like flipping from online to offline in G talk.It was 10:45,she got the approval of chat from Pragyan!!!They were talking on Gtalk,he gave his cell no before he went offline,Risika thought that Pragyan might be kidding, because&lt;br /&gt;
neither did Pragyan mention about the proposal nor Risika did.&lt;br /&gt;
Anyways they had exchanged phone numbers,and then Risika 's cell display glowed,"Hi BABY!!!this is me,PRAGYAN",reply back if you are free!!&lt;br /&gt;
Risika promptly text-ed back"Hi its me Risika here,now I am in class Pragyan"Pragyan text-ed back."okay babes"will call you at nine in night,wanna have a talk with you,are you free then?She text-ed back yes ,I will wait for your call.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://loveu2live.blogspot.com/2011/08/they-had-chit-chat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pixy pria)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092878348892887665.post-8739554300590067284</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2011 14:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-17T23:03:44.335+05:30</atom:updated><title>A day that shocked Risika</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was Saturday morning when Risika got up from her bed. She started her works for the day. It was 11:00 AM when someone knocked on her door. Her mother shouted her to see who was there on the door. She opened the door and she found a postman standing on her door with a bunch of letters in his hands. He took out 5 letters from it and handed it to her. She took it and as usual she was checking whose letters was it. She saw a letter and a card which was between those letters. She was shocked a letter and card was on her name. She took the card and letter and take it to her room and closed er door. She was surprised who can  send the letter to her. And the letter and the card has come all the way from BANGALORE. All the time her mind was thinking "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who can send her a letter and a card too?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who Knows her in Bangalore?&lt;/span&gt;". She kept both of them at the safest place and went to complete her work. Even though she was working her mind was stuck thinking all the time "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who send it&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What will be written in that? Who has my address?". &lt;/span&gt;All the time her mind was stuck on those two things........ She completed her work and return back to the room and took out the card and the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't resist from openning the envelope and there was letter inside it in her name. She startd reading it. In the  letter it was written.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Risika,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you? You must be surprised seeing this letter and the card. And you will be more surprise to know the person who is sending this letter. Well!! Hi! I am Pragyan of your class if you remember me. Well I got your address from one of our mutual friends Kavita You must be thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how she got?&lt;/span&gt; then you must be remembering that on the last day of our School everyone has written &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slam book.  &lt;/span&gt;So from there i pulled it out your address and sending this letter and a card for you. Well its almost 6 years we have seen each other. I think you must forgot me. But I still remember the first day of your school when you entered in our class for english hour. You were so simple yet beauty was beneath your simplicity that attracted me to you. Well you must not have forgot "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How i use to tease you in the lunch hour taking your spectacles and making you run all the way!!!!". &lt;/span&gt;Those were the most wonderful moment we spend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking that "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did I send you this letter and the card?".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well I think i never wanted to come this feeling over so that you can come to know that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "i was in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love with you" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;during our school. Well I shouldn't say love because i never said it and you never understood those teasings. When I come to Bangalore I had never thought that those feelings will rule my life. While once when I was sitting in my room I was thinking about school memory in which your memory was  most wonderful memorable to me. I took  out my diary and took out your details. I tried to call you but never had that much strength to speak to you about this on phone.  So, I thought to pen down my feleengs on this piece of paper that may be invaluable for you. But it was important for me to say you about my feelings. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Risika I LOVE YOU LIKE MAD FROM THE DAY I SAW YOU IN OUR SCHOOL. I WANT TO SPEND MY WHOLE LIFE WITH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LOVE ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well I can't wait for a letter to reach to me to know your answer whether its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES or NO&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; . ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So this my gmail id. which is pragyan_1209@gmail.com, I hope you'll come online on Sunday @ 11:00AM on Gtalk and tell me your answer&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well I will be waiting for your answer whether it is yes or no. That will never bother for me as you were always close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Risika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seeing this Risika Jumped off her bed opened the card which was sent by Pragyan....&lt;br /&gt;It was the most beautiful card anyone has ever seen. It was red in color with lots of red roses on it. And so beautifully in it was written Risika I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her love was with her. She was most happiest at the moment she took the card and the letter. Her eyes get drowned in to the tears. And she hugged both the letter and card. And she started waiting for the Next day to come and she could talk to her love for which she was searching on all over the social networking sites on the Internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://loveu2live.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-that-shocked-risika.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092878348892887665.post-4010381255680087085</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2011 04:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-16T09:41:27.806+05:30</atom:updated><title>so she meets" he"....yes!!!!</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Six years later,those school days have passed,she had transformed into a mature girl of 22 with not so sharp features but endowed with some really SHARP lessons of life..read HARSH..she was moving on a lonely road with a net enabled not so expensive cellphone(pun intended),surfing useless people's profiles on FACEBOOK her new found fun tool ,just for no aim and motive.&lt;br /&gt;
She was friends with some classmates of her School,where she had DREAMS of her PRINCE,who would come and take her in his arms,YES she discovered days after leaving school that it was her love ,that she wanted to get close to that boy,but when she discovered the truth,she cursed herself for such criminal feelings(love was crime for her)...Why is she searching for him after so long years WHY!!!Everybody has changed since school times,why did not she changed???She had changed but not because of a natural way,She was forced to change&lt;br /&gt;
,She was happy being herself.so innocent so cute(nature),but time and this cruel world made her change!!&lt;br /&gt;
Come to present times!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Deep in her heart she was searching Pragyan ,yes but why her fingers were typing his name in the social site"s search engine!!why!!even she did not know ,nor did she think about this..She knew it was natural,after all he was her classmate,cut all those secret (criminal) feelings,why can't she search him now.??they can be friends,at least formal friends .&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://loveu2live.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-she-meets-heyes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pixy pria)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092878348892887665.post-6603866891135789249</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2011 02:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-09T08:13:30.425+05:30</atom:updated><title>they part at last to meet at the end to become one...</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;She could hardly forget that day,when He came up to her for some assignment question,and with a little talk they became great friends.now she had made her heart understand that she was Pragyan's friend.After the devilish Board exams,as science guys are supposed to move out of the town to bigger towns for greater avenues,Pragyan was no different ,he too left for bigger city.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://loveu2live.blogspot.com/2011/05/they-part-at-last-to-meet-at-end-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pixy pria)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092878348892887665.post-2186060361134360166</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2011 05:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-08T10:37:04.908+05:30</atom:updated><title>the unknown feeling was...love????no...she wanted his FRIENDSHIP!!!???</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Thus her days were passing in thinking about Pragyan,little did she knew these days were short lived.She was away from her school for so many days for she got typhoid and rested in home.She wondered what if she does not get to see him again.No !!!she shuddered to think about this which was the worst nightmare for her.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day,she thought nothing would happen that could make her talk to Pragyan endlessly.The time for Board exams came nearer,farewell day was it.But she did not attend it.Now Studies and exams replaced Pragyan in her mind,but deep in her heart and mind somewhere someone was living creating a feeling of restlessness ...but she knew it was nothing but baseless things,why would a pure science boy would be her best friend.Yes!!!she longed to be his BEST FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;
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she entered into the class where all streams of the class was supposed to sit and study English,it was her new found favorite subject....(she got to see his expressive and lot things saying eyes..not to her..).&lt;br /&gt;
The teacher was too rude to the students especially those DULL students...but still she loved to be in that class..she wished they could study english the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;
but dreams seen through open eyes never come true..&lt;br /&gt;
She enjoyed his company...especially those eyes which had lot to say(not to her)...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;True  Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I  have always loved you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's  never been anyone else&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I  knew you before I knew myself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh  my Love, I have always loved you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Since  we kissed the first time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Since  we slept on the beach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You  were too close for comfort&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You  were too far out of reach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You  walked away, I should have held you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would  you have stayed for me to tell you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I  have always loved you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's  never been anyone else&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I  knew you before I knew myself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;oh  my Love, I have always loved you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Years  go by in a matter of days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And  though we go separate ways&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I  never stop dreaming of you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I  have always loved you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And  when you call it makes me cry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We  never made time for you and I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If  I could live it all again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'd  never let it end, I'd still be with you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh  God, I miss you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I  have always loved you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's  never been anyone else&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I  knew you before I knew myself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh  my God, I have always loved you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Years  go by in a matter of days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And  though we go separate ways&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I  never stop dreaming of you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I  have always loved you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;....from a true lover&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://loveu2live.blogspot.com/2011/02/true-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pixy pria)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092878348892887665.post-1766641377253019942</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Feb 2011 06:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-04T19:53:14.157+05:30</atom:updated><title>beauty verses brain-2...</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;what is that going inside her,why can't she stop thinking about Pragyan,last night she dreamt of him...that too He had hugged her...why the hell he is coming to her dreams...that too in such a way...but why thinking Pragyan to be the culprit...she is JUST a friend for him...and she huh!!!may be this kind of feeling is coming because she did' not come across guys as friends so far..if a boy is talking nicely to you..IT IS CALLED FRIENDSHIP...she came into conclusion..every time she talked to Pragyan,she felt her heartbeat going more than ever..and she ended up feeling guilty...what if Pragyan comes to know of her feelings he would stop talking to her...no she won't be able to bear this...so she thought rather forget this ...and concentrate upon exams...&lt;br /&gt;
after all exams were important for her..teachers loved her...she was first bencher...most of the time she spent in jotting down notes...and solving sums..and rest time she spent in dreams of Pragyan....she felt guilty to think about him..but she loved to be in his thoughts....september came...with exams...she did well in exams...and got 2nd rank in her less populated class...everything was going fine ..she and her studies ..and of course Pragyan's dreams..that day while leaning against the railings in the corridor...she watched him..how he talked..how he glanced .(she wished....would he keep talking for some more time....but recess time is over...she had to part away from him...the time seemed quite small for her.&lt;br /&gt;
She wished to be in his section...he was a pure science scholar...she was of a section meant for dull students ...&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://loveu2live.blogspot.com/2011/02/beauty-verses-brain-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pixy pria)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092878348892887665.post-6846213844537366709</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Feb 2011 05:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-04T11:17:35.213+05:30</atom:updated><title>beauty vrs brains...............</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;In a girl both matter ,a girl has to be with beautiful along with being intelligent.But Risika and her upbringing was in such a way that she hardly gave importance to looks,at her age when girls were busy in maintaining figures and make up.spending time in waxing and threading ,maintaining their looks to be seen by the most handsome guy of the school,Risika hardly gave a single thought to these things,....she hardly could make friends at school...she wanted to get noticed but SHE LACKED SOMETHING......&lt;br /&gt;
she thought ...she can't help.....so better she should concentrated upon books.....&lt;br /&gt;
Deep inside her heart....she wanted to feel special...at that age,where one comes across various physical and mental changes it was quite natural to harbour such feelings...Every day was&amp;nbsp; a boring element less day until she got a crush upon a boy from her class...."i am in love or what...what if anybody comes to know of this(her mom )....she would .....huh what was going inside her mind,hard to accept.....&lt;br /&gt;
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The day she felt that her life is also having elements,she was loving the school....she started to talk to Pragyan....whenever she talked with him,there was a kind of movement in her system...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://loveu2live.blogspot.com/2011/01/beauty-vrs-brains.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pixy pria)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092878348892887665.post-1572547036782095359</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jan 2011 14:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-20T22:53:54.188+05:30</atom:updated><title>taste of sucess at a very young age...</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;In their third anniversary,the young and loving couple have become the most sucessful couple in the town,It was a party in their honour,at the DM's RESIDENCE.The DM has thrown a party for the young couple.The state has been earmarked as TOWN OF EXCELLENCE under FTP due to this couple's efforts....The party had only one talk ...about their success.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the party got over,the loving couple got back home..&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; DOWN THE MEMORY LANE...........&lt;br /&gt;
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Ten years back,a girl shy and having innocent looks entered a school gate ,she was new to that school,it was her first day ...in the TOWN as well as in the school.She was thinking as if all are staring and making fun of her.She thought perhaps she has landed in hell,she was missing her dad and mom..but what else could she do..&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;she was so timid and meek that she thought talking to a boy is a crime. and girls she&amp;nbsp; according to her were hi-fi.she was lost in herself and her future&amp;nbsp; plans.&lt;br /&gt;
Now its time for a class,she got scared and nervous.she could get friends with a less hi-fi girl (according to her)Ankita,and both the girls talked endlessly.The first day passed and Risika thought back home as if she has conquered the Battle of Palassy..&lt;br /&gt;
Coming out of the school,walking down the roads, with tears in her eyes,adjusting her spects..she was analysing whether her dad's investment in sending her to this school was profitable or not..(how this kind of thing&amp;nbsp; comes in such a young age).She thought she has no Quality to make friends..&lt;br /&gt;
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Risika had her childhood surrounded by loving parents who really overcared for her...&lt;br /&gt;
and staying away from parents was like hell for her. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://loveu2live.blogspot.com/2011/01/taste-of-sucess-at-very-young-age.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pixy pria)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092878348892887665.post-4412078105648258995</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2011 15:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-11T15:44:00.239+05:30</atom:updated><title>the beginning of new life............</title><description>Sex...if it becomes a priority in a relationship .......destroys everything................the relation...............everything...but in the same way...it comes after love commitment and.....then the life of the girl is more like a heaven.....In a country like India..girls are more attracted to the word....LOVE..&lt;br /&gt;
Anyways leaving this issue,we must proceed in life as well as in the story.&lt;br /&gt;
The country is growing towards more of professionalism and people are being more practical.People are giving less or minimal importance to love and relationship&lt;br /&gt;
.But why am I talking about&amp;nbsp; the times,&lt;br /&gt;
It differs from time to time,people to people,and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;
This story is not only a story but it will open the eyes of readers.that yes still LOVE prevails in the air,amidst this cruel and rude professional times....&lt;br /&gt;
NOW......PRAGYAN and&amp;nbsp; RISIKA are the talk of the town..the youngest couple and successful couple in the city.</description><link>http://loveu2live.blogspot.com/2011/01/beginning-of-new-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pixy pria)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092878348892887665.post-8433412933716832568</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Sep 2010 08:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-10T16:25:06.556+05:30</atom:updated><title>Dedicated to our Parents</title><description>Parents are the most precious gift by the &lt;b&gt;GOD&lt;/b&gt;, always keep them in your life like a pearl safe inside an oyster.&lt;br /&gt;
They are most precious gift of universe in a person's life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Utkarsh &amp;amp; Priyasa</description><link>http://loveu2live.blogspot.com/2010/09/dedicated-to-our-parents.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pixy pria)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092878348892887665.post-8807758217391308958</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2010 17:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-10T01:19:46.950+05:30</atom:updated><title>What is love?</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;You can't define until you fall in it. The word &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; is a feeling, its presence in your life is so divine, is so pure that just you don't want to come out of it. You begin to daydream, lost in his/her thought. So pleasant is this for you. The freshness in the air, the raindrops, everything seems to be new. That is the feeling of &lt;b&gt;BEING IN LOVE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt; So, When you fall in love the whole world is somewhere and you begin playing your own tune of love with your love. You get happiness in million tonnes to see your love happy with you, so true,so honest. &lt;b&gt;THAT'S CALLED BEING&lt;/b&gt; completely engrossed and drowned in the &lt;b&gt;Sea of Love&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;From,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Priyasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://loveu2live.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-is-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pixy pria)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>