<?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-4628238215909114204</id><updated>2024-08-29T01:57:57.332+05:30</updated><category term="Dear Diary stuff"/><category term="random"/><category term="Things U MUST TRY"/><category term="Cliff - Hanger"/><category term="Poems"/><category term="My first LOVE ... (Sketching)"/><category term="Painting"/><category term="When i let my mind wonder and wander"/><category term="Short Stories"/><category term="Movies"/><title type='text'>Peregrinating my Eden</title><subtitle type='html'>A traveler i am and a navigator; and everyday i discover a new region within my own soul.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulful-peregrination.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628238215909114204/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulful-peregrination.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628238215909114204/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Priyanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685371205959559416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcZ5_MzQ9DAPwyf0VmCvruhl6ZL7RAqVKpbi7tXLkbwAxhiyZI6xk7KEaKYGHfZuCp5lPif_t9Htt9W-n2xa3WM1nGdk7lWq4S2EzSCTUNXzZFhivDUaWu2qWgA_EwIg/s1600/little-girl-smiling.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628238215909114204.post-9089887376346527072</id><published>2014-12-01T19:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2014-12-01T19:55:25.594+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One Day</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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&quot;Whatever happens tomorrow, we have today...And I will always remember it...&quot; - Emma Morley&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;One Day&quot;. &amp;nbsp;It was brilliant in every possible way. You can not believe how much I adored reading this one and writing a review for it is far more impossible than I thought. No amount of words can justify the beauty of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is generally said, that the first book you fall in love with is what you spend your whole life rewriting. Well I think in my case this is it. I stumbled across this beautiful book by mistake but for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;
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The character of Emma Morley resonates deep within me. She is possibly everything that I am or I fear about. Reading about her and the way she thinks was sort of assuring maybe. Maybe that No I am not the only idiot on the planet, who thinks like this.&lt;br /&gt;
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If the idea of saying &quot;We grew up together&quot; in your wedding vows makes you happy. This is surely a book for you.&lt;br /&gt;
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It made me happy, it made me laugh and it made me cry (but gladly not in a depressing way, the kind of way that just takes time). &amp;nbsp;#Does that makes sense to you?&lt;br /&gt;
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In particular things that I loved about this book were :-&lt;br /&gt;
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1. It will be cruel not to say about the intimacy that Dexter and Emma share.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Dexter can be good at the times he wants to be. (though its rare, most of the times he is an asshole)&lt;br /&gt;
3. The Letters Emma wrote and that one particular letter Dexter writes when he is travelling in India(But fails to post, I told you he is an asshole.)&lt;br /&gt;
4. Emma and her ambitions and with that her confusions. The constant dilemma between the job she hates and the opportunities the job has to offer (graveyard of her dreams that what she calls it) and doing what she really believes in.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Her Patience, Insecurities and her constant struggle to make things right. (Because that what makes Emma, &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; Emma)&lt;br /&gt;
6. Ian Whitehead. Perfect example of a failed relationship.&lt;br /&gt;
7. Emma and Dexter finally talking to each other after 8 years at Tilly Killick&#39;s wedding.&lt;br /&gt;
8. The fact that Emma finally becomes a published author.&lt;br /&gt;
9. The way the book ends. Bit nostalgic but beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
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#The Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are my few absolute favorites from the book :&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“Don’t keep fighting battles that are already lost.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“Their friendship was like a wilted bunch of flowers that she insisted on topping up with water. Why not let it die instead?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;It was unrealistic to expect a friendship to last forever…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;” &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“Can I say something?&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;Go on&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;I&#39;m a little drunk&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;Me too. That&#39;s okay.&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;Just....I missed you, you know.&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;I missed you too.&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;But so, so much, Dexter. There were so many things I wanted to talk to you about, and you weren&#39;t there-&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;same here.&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;I tell you what it is. It&#39;s.....When I didn&#39;t see you, I thought about you every day, I mean EVERY DAY in some way or another-&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;same here.&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;-Even if it was just &quot;I wish Dexter could see this&quot; or &quot;Where&#39;s Dexter now?&quot; or &quot;Christ that Dexter, what an idiot&quot;, you know what I mean, and seeing you today, well, I thought I&#39;d got you back - my BEST friend. And now all this, the wedding, the baby- I&#39;m so happy for you, Dex, but it feels like I&#39;ve lost you again.&#39;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;-&#39;You know what happens you have a family, your responsibilities change, you lose touch with people&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;It won&#39;t be like that, I promise.&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;Do you?&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;Absolutely&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;You swear? No more disappearing?&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;I won&#39;t if you won&#39;t.&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Their lips touched now, mouths pursed tight, their eyes open, both of them stock still. The moment held, a kind of glorious confusion.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“Sylvie&#39;s sort of pregnant. Well not sort of. She is. Pregnant. Actually pregnant with a baby.&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;Oh Dexter! Do you know the father? I&#39;m kidding! Congratulations, Dex. God, aren&#39;t you meant to space your bombshells out a bit. Not just drop them all at once?&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;She held his face in both hands, looked at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;You&#39;re getting married?-&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;Yes&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;-&#39;And you&#39;re going to be a father?&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;I know! Fuck me a father!&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;Is that allowed? I mean will they let you?&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;Apparently&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;I think it&#39;s wonderful. Fucking hell, Dexter, I turn my back for one minute...!&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;She hugged him once again her arms high round his neck. She felt drunk, full of affection and a certain sadness too, as if something was coming to an end. She wanted to say something along these lines, but thought it best to do this through a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;Of course you&#39;ve destroyed any chance I had of future happiness, but I&#39;m delighted for you, really.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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-&lt;i&gt;at Tilly Killick&#39;s wedding after 8 years of indifference&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“You know what i can&#39;t understand? You have all these people telling you all the time how great you are, smart and funny and talented and all that, i mean endlessly, i&#39;ve been telling you for years. So why don&#39;t you believe it? why do you think people say that stuff, Em? Do you think it&#39;s a conspiracy, people secretly ganging up to be nice about you?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&lt;i&gt;Dexter to Emma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“As the possibility of a relationship had faded, Emma had endeavored to harden herself to Dexter&#39;s indifference and these days a remark like this caused no more pain than, say, a tennis ball thrown sharply at the back of her head.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“You&#39;re gorgeous, you old hag, and if I could give you just one gift ever for the rest of your life it would be this. Confidence. It would be the gift of confidence. Either that or a scented candle”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Dexter to Emma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“I&#39;m not the consolation prize, Dex. I&#39;m not something you resort to. I happen to think I&#39;m worth more than that.” - &lt;i&gt;Emma to Dexter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“She drinks pints of coffee and writes little observations and ideas for stories with her best fountain pen on the linen-white pages of expensive notebooks. Sometimes, when it&#39;s going badly, she wonders if what she believes to be a love of the written word is really just a fetish for stationery.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;-for Emma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“Once you decide not to worry about that stuff anymore, dating and relationships and love and all that, it&#39;s like you&#39;re free to get on with real life.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“you feel a little bit lost right now about what to do with your life, a bit rudderless and oarless and aimless but that&#39;s okay that&#39;s alright because we&#39;re all meant to be like that at twenty-four.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;-&lt;i&gt;Dexter to Emma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“This is me.’&quot; He handed her the precious scrap of paper. ‘Call me or I’ll call you, but one of us will call, yes? What I mean is it’s not a competition. You don’t lose if you phone first”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“Why can’t you just love me? Why can’t you just be in love with me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;You were once, weren&#39;t you? In the beginning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“He put one hand lightly on the back of her neck and simultaneously she placed one hand lightly on his hip, and they kissed in the street as all around them people hurried home in the summer light, and it was the sweetest kiss that either of them would ever know. This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today. And then it was over.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“In eight years not a day has gone by when she hasn’t thought of him. She misses him and she wants him back. I want my best friend back, she thinks, because without him nothing is good and nothing is right.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;-for Emma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“Occasionally, very occasionally, say at four o’clock in the afternoon on a wet Sunday, she feels panic-stricken and almost breathless with loneliness. Once or twice she has been known to pick up the phone to check that it isn’t broken. Sometimes she thinks how nice it would be to be woken by a call in the night: ‘get in a taxi now’ or ‘I need to see you, we need to talk’. But at the best of times she feels like a character in a Muriel Spark novel – independent, bookish, sharp-minded, secretly romantic.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;-for Emma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“I love him, she thought. I&#39;m just not in love with him and also I don&#39;t love him. I&#39;ve tried, I&#39;ve strained to love him but I can&#39;t. I am building a life with a man I don&#39;t love, and I don&#39;t know what to do about it.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;-for Ian Whitehead&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“If you&#39;re my friend I should be able to talk to you but I can&#39;t, and if I can&#39;t talk to you, well, what is the point of you? Of us?”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;-&lt;i&gt;Emma to Dexter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“A moment passed, perhaps half a second when their faces said what they felt, and then Emma was smiling, laughing, her arms around his neck.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“You can&#39;t throw away years of your life because it makes a funny anecdote.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“Sorry&#39; he said. &#39;No, I&#39;m sorry.&#39; &#39;What are you sorry for?&#39; &#39;Rattling on like a mad old cow. I&#39;m sorry, I&#39;m tired, bad day, and I&#39;m sorry for being so...boring.&#39; &#39;You&#39;re not that boring.&#39; &#39;I am, Dex. God, I swear I bore myself.&#39; &#39;Well, you don&#39;t bore me.&#39; He took her hand in his. &#39;You could never bore me. You&#39;re one in a million, Em.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“This isn&#39;t a letter, it&#39;s a gift.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“So they were pen pals now, Emma composing long, intense letters crammed with jokes and underlining, forced banter and barely concealed longing; two-thousand-word acts of love on air-mail paper. Letters, like compilation tapes, were really vehicles for unexpressed emotions and she was clearly putting far too much time and energy into them. In return, Dexter sent her postcards with insufficient postage: ‘Amsterdam is MAD’, ‘Barcelona INSANE’, ‘Dublin ROCKS. Sick as DOG this morning.’ As a travel writer, he was no Bruce Chatwin, but still she would slip the postcards in the pocket of a heavy coat on long soulful walks on Ilkley Moor, searching for some hidden meaning in ‘VENICE COMPLETELY FLOODED!!!!”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“She wondered if she was doomed to be one of those people who spend their lives trying things.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“…and Emma felt another small portion of her soul fall away.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“He could feel her laughter against his chest, and at that moment he thought that there was no better feeling than making Emma Morley laugh.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“She made a firm resolution, one of the resolutions she was making almost daily these days. No more sleepovers, no more writing poetry, no more wasting time. Time to tidy up your life. Time to start again.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“He has found himself more and more reliant on her at exactly the point that she has become less available to him.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“but they had also settled into the maddening familiarity of friendship; maddening for her at least.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“I don’t think there’s anything we can do, is there? We either stop or we carry on.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“and not for the first time she felt a reassuring shiver of dislike for him.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“He wonders if he still might tell her that he loves her or, more tentatively, that he &#39;thinks he might be in love with her&#39;, which is both more touching and easier to back out of.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“She made you decent. And in return you made her so, so happy.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“Finally, she loved someone and felt fairly confident that she was loved in return. If someone asked Emma, as they sometimes did at parties, how she and her husband had met, she told them:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;‘We grew up together.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hey.... How you doing??.... :D &lt;br /&gt;
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Now I have been intending to write this one from quite a time now but needless to say last month was one hell of a ride, and managing time was a tricky thing to do. But I guess its better to be late than never. So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;
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A small Thank You note to all the people who made these four years unforgettable for me. Who helped me transform from who I was to who I am. For putting up with all my tantrums and melodramas. (yes I know I can be such a pain sometimes :P). To let you know, that even if I do not get the chance to see you people tomorrow, you will always remain close to my heart. And I will probably never be able to talk about college without mentioning your names. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Since our college student body doesn&#39;t have time to give titles to 1000 students. I thought I should take matter in my own hands and so here is the outcome. :P&lt;br /&gt;
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Saumya Mishra&amp;nbsp; -&amp;nbsp; The one who will always remain close to my heart .... :* (trust me when i say this)&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one with the risk taking ability .. ( I wish i had the guts... too proud of u :) )&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one with the fabulous roommate ... (mujh jaise nahi milegi :P)&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who recharged her phone and typed correct ATM no.... (How can you ...:O ) &lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one with all my embarrassing secrets. ... ( Lets not discuss them :P )&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who tolerated my replay of songs... ( I knw u hated me 4 dat :P )&lt;br /&gt;
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Aditi Wadhawan - The one with the Golden Heart .... (yes you do have it.... :) Dont change urself )&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one with the honey chilly potatoes.... :P&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who got me &lt;i&gt;ghar ka khanna .(&lt;/i&gt;I cudnt hv survived hostel without your lunch :D )&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&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; The one I always lectured..... ( you are imature..but i hv grown up in ur company..#Fact)&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who constantly gave me a reality check ... (Yeah I surely needed dat.. )&lt;br /&gt;
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Neha Garg&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -&amp;nbsp; The one who is still a kid&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (GROW UP.... and you knw wt i mean by that :P)&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who took the &lt;i&gt;chadder.... &lt;/i&gt;(shud i really comment)&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&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; The one who is the best shopping patnr (ohh yes u r ...i miss u trribly on my shopng days)&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who was my third rummy ( i miss u :/)&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one with the &quot;KD&quot; talks... (haha....will v ever need it again :P ) &lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who is strong... (yes u r )&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who has seen me crying`.... :(&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one with the straight hairs.... (yes i will always remain jealous of dem :P )&lt;br /&gt;
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Sarthak Arora &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - The one who played Guitar for me.... (Continue doing so :P)&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who picked up fights for me... ( thanku :) )&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one with &quot;&lt;i&gt;Ek thi........&lt;/i&gt;&quot; (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who gave me a new name.. &quot;PC&quot; (kuch acha soch leta... :/ )&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who will always remain &quot;fattu&quot; for me.... :D&lt;br /&gt;
&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; &lt;br /&gt;
Mohit Singh &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - The one with all the dirty jokes.... (i will record n play it at ur home some day :P )&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one I fighted the most with... (u start it.... ALWAYS... i knw u wont agree to it :P )&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one with the kaspersky... &lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who made me an encyclopedia of abuses... ( kab sudhrega :P )&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one with the&quot;&lt;i&gt;seedha&lt;/i&gt;&quot; looks :P &lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one with the &quot;Attendanceeeeeee&quot; ( B2 ki yaadein :P )&lt;br /&gt;
&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; &lt;br /&gt;
Ankit Chaturvedi&amp;nbsp; -The one who is always short of words (and I am here 2)&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who is not mailing me my farewell pictures (kerde mail)&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one with the 10% party rule ... (joh aajtak nahi hui :P )&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who made me watch Batman in hindi :|&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who saved my ass in the major project (thanku 4 dat :) )&lt;br /&gt;
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Namit&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; - The one who made me over eat &lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who freaks me out... (yes u do.. n u knw dat)&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one with the chicken tikka rolls... ( i miss dem)&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who is always there to support and help me :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Vanika Kapoor &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - The one who is always ready for a party&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The caring one (Never change yourself)&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who is always with the shopping bags&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who is awesome in managing time and situation (How do u do it)&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who made it all possible :D&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The only Punjabi who does hisaab better than baniya :P &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sakshi &amp;amp; Mayuri-&amp;nbsp; The two who cook awesome cakes (Thanku 4 those cakes :D )&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The two who finally made visiting Doll museum possible :D&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The two with the class notes :P&lt;br /&gt;
&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; &lt;br /&gt;
Manshul &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - The one with the gentleman qualities :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Kunal &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - The one with the unlimited phone calls :P &lt;br /&gt;
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Reetika &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - The one who is a hygiene freak ... (reetika sach mai.... u r obsessed)&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who can embarrass Monica Gellar&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who is always late :P&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who never close the door on leaving :P&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one with the photogenic face and perfect pose :D&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who is fun to be with :D&lt;br /&gt;
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Rajshree&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - The one who introduced me to the whole new world (dont knw wt i wud hv done wout u)&lt;br /&gt;
&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; The one who helped me discover myself (Yes u r d reason :) )&lt;br /&gt;
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Atishay&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; - The one who wants 2 level higher of..... (u knw wt :P )&lt;br /&gt;
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Ankiti Bansal &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - The one who understood the intensity of the hidden meanings in my choice of quotes :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Sonam &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - The one with the bubbly attitude.. (stay dat way )&lt;br /&gt;
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College was so much fun with you guys.Hope to see you all soon again..:D &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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And Yes... Please do leave a comment&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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PS- I wanted a perfect ending, but now I have learned that some poems don&#39;t rhyme, few stories do not have a clear beginning, ending or middle. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing whats going to happen next. :)&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; &lt;/div&gt;
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To the love of my life&lt;br /&gt;
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I know I am probably considered too young to write this one as I am just 22 and well honestly I agree to that as well. But then this is the youngest I will ever be and this is the least age difference we are ever going to have. So I thought I should give it a shot. May be I will write one more to you when I will be 30 and more sane, sober, responsible and all of those things... (read boring) but for now I want you to know what I was like when I was twenty two in my so called &quot;leather jacket and Avril phase&quot;. What mistakes I made that I don&#39;t want you to. How I freaked about almost everything. And how I knew, you are going to be the anchor of my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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So my intention was primarily to write a beautiful poem for you, but sorry sweetheart its not possible for me to sum up all of it... merely in few lines. Those two stanzas that I carried along everywhere for a couple of months are at a dead end now. So I am finally giving up. :(&lt;br /&gt;
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I honestly don&#39;t know from where do I need to begin from, So I will just start by saying what I always crave to hear. &quot;No matter what horrible things you do, how much you push me away or how many times you fail.... you will always find a way back to my heart. I will always stay and I promise we will get through it. &quot; :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Lets go through things one by one.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1. Those who want to stay will stay. Don&#39;t ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2. Not everyone you loose is a loss.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 3. Its compulsory to have a 4:00 AM friend, who won&#39;t ask you to stop crying or will try to know the reason but will let you silently sob all you want.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 4. Moisturize your hair, and apply sunscreen like your second job. If you have my DNA, you are going to get troubled by both. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 5. Travel all you want, just come back home safe.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 6. Find a goal, sooner the better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 7. Be a window cleaner if you want, but be the best at it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 8. Be a lady who falls in love with the struggle of his man not his money. Be the one he needs not wants.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 9. Love is over rated, and butterflies are misleading. At least that&#39;s how I feel right now ... (It comes and goes in phases 4 now) but still when I will be 52 and you will be 22, I want you to experience all of it and fight with me and tell me otherwise. :) Because if I know something and I am certain about, It is that it&#39;s totally worth it. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; 10. Being simple is not simple anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;11. World is unfair, make sure you aren&#39;t to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;12. There is no universal benchmark for whats rights and whats wrong. Make your own rules and stick to them. Its okay if people don&#39;t always get you or get along. May be you are a 22nd century girl living in 21st, because there was also a time when drinking tea was considered to be evil. :P&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;13. Keep the house clean. Sorry I am Monica Geller (watch friends).&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;14. Your mom has this secret envelope and a book hidden somewhere in her shelf, Please throw it away if she hasn&#39;t so far. ( I know, I should have done that a long time back but its difficult and you will know. )&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;15. Everyone will tell you, its easy to give up and hard to keep going on. But for once you will know giving up can be the most difficult thing to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;16. Watch &quot;North and South&quot;, &quot;Painted Veil&quot;, &quot;Mona Lisa smile&quot;, &quot;One day&quot;, &quot;Flipped&quot;, &quot;Brave&quot;, &quot;Alice in the wonderland&quot;.... observe the tinniest bit of details and may be you will know what do I intend to say.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;17. Beat the shit out of the guy who thinks like you are a public property and its okay to grope you because you are alone. Do it, don&#39;t hesitate. You are that strong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;18. There is no right person out there, just the right time. &lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;19. Read Books, whatever that interests you. Crime, Love stories, Romance, Sex...whatever.... but just read.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;20. Writing and shopping. Both are great therapy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;21. Instead of having 1000 good friends make 2 close friends.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;22. Don&#39;t let numbers define you. Be it your size or your GPA.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;23. Don&#39;t compare your inside with others outside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;24. Indulge in a sport. &lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;25. Make a point to call your old friends once in a while. Try and stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;26. Make waving friends. Not just with the ones you find in college or school but the kid on the street and that lady passing by.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;27. Smile more often. Happy girl look the prettiest of all. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;28. Pick a signature perfume for yourself. Its classy. (I haven&#39;t done it myself so far :( )&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;29. Define your own &quot;Classy&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;30. We see things we want to. We hear things we want to. Don&#39;t let yourself be blind to this primary fact.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;31. Go and watch the night sky from the out skirts of the city. It&#39;s the most beautiful sight of the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;32. If you don&#39;t mean it, don&#39;t say it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;33. Just because your friends have a boy friend should not be the reason you need one.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;34. Give personalized gifts, write letters to your friends. Its never too outdated to do that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;35. You can tell me any and every thing. I promise I would always be listening.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;36. Learn to appreciate small acts of kindness. Observe the details.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;37. Say Thank you and Hug people more often.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;38. Maintain your journal. You will be surprised, how much you have changed and matured with time, even if its not really visible.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;39. Don&#39;t over think, over analyze and worry. You will miss the moment. Sometimes its good to be in the fools paradise.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;40. Learn to love the fool within you. Who is not always right, acts crazy and stupid, has bad hair days,and have insecurities. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;41. I won&#39;t ask you to go to the temple everyday ... frankly i haven&#39;t done it either. But just go once in a while to tell them how you feel about everything that is going on in your life.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;42.. Kiss that guy. Your mom is slow but don&#39;t you be.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;43. Don&#39;t take sex lightly. I mean it. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;44.Cut down on &lt;i&gt;bahar ka khanna &lt;/i&gt;as much as you can. Processed food is not healthy no matter what the nutrition value says.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;45. Learn to like fruits, veggies and milk products.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;46. Don&#39;t be in a hurry to wear make up. You don&#39;t need it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;47. Personal hygiene has no multiple choice. It&#39;s a must.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;48. Don&#39;t be embarrassed for hoping for true love.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;49. Disconnect once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;50. No, you are not allowed to smoke and never will be.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;51. Drink but in a safe company and let me know. &quot;OCCASIONALLY&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;52. Random act of kindness and anonymous charity is sexiest of all. And you deserve a guy who can see and believe that. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;53. I have a magical power and I can see through your lies. But I will still wait because I know you will come and tell me the truth anyways. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;54. Some people do not deserve your reaction. For them your silent treatment should be all.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;55. Fashion magazines and cover models are not real. Do I really even need to say that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;56. Tattoos are permanent. Think hard before you get one.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;57. You are never too old to watch Disney. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;58. PMS are no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;59. Learn the art of saving money from the beginning itself. Its very important.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;60. Speak your mind. ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;61. Family is very important.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;62. Never be afraid to get a little dirty. Flirt shamelessly. But only till its sensual and not slutty.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;63. Learn the difference between sexy and vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;64. Watch super hero movies. They are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;67. I know you are strong and independent but still marry a gentleman who has the chivalry to order food for you, who won&#39;t mind holding gate for you.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;68. You know butterflies die, never knowing what beautiful wings they own. Don&#39;t be one such butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;69. Many times you going to regret things you have said. But more than that you are going to regret what you did not say. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;70. There are really no short cuts to success.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;71. Psithurism. Find out what it is.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;72. Pick your favourite word and find out why ? Mine was &quot;peregrination&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;73. Rules are meant to be broken, unless they are mine. :P&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;74. Don&#39;t regret a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;75. Its going to be okay. No matter what. It always has, and it always will. Whatever is going to happen will be for the better. I have witnessed it and you will witness it too. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay so I am tired. Lets keep it till here for today.&lt;br /&gt;
Lots and lots of love. &lt;br /&gt;
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So what&#39;s new this new year? Apart from my visibly shorter hairs :( &amp;nbsp;(Thanks to the girl who trimmed them.) and the fact that my mom is finally convinced that I can cook a decent meal and my future in laws won&#39;t call her to complain, how their son is constantly loosing weight. :P&lt;br /&gt;
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So do you think this one year has changed me?&lt;br /&gt;
I think it did in a lot of ways. May be in a less visible manner but surely it did.&lt;br /&gt;
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To start with I am happy that my fears and insecurities have changed with time. It only proves that I am no more where I was.&lt;br /&gt;
At the beginning of this year I thought I need to be more in control of my life and more or less I did act accordingly. Although surprisingly when I least expected it, things turned out to be in my favor. :P (making this year more interesting and exciting for me for sure.... the kind I will love to share with my daughter with all added details in her teenage) Meanwhile I learned to be more patient. Because no matter what, somethings just take time. Sometimes its good not to react at all and let it be. And most of all you can not control how others choose to feel for you. There is very little you can do about it. So stop trying to be a better and a well behaved version of yourself. You are already enough and amazing the way you are and in case you find yourself doubting just call your &lt;i&gt;chaddi buddy &lt;/i&gt;friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;
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And I know its foolish but it is worth mentioning, that I am little over my phobia of lizards after my summer internship days.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hated June (Internship days) so much, and surprisingly not because my HR thought it was ok to expect 3-4 algorithm implementation each day when she knew nothing about them, but because I hated staying away from home. Because that 3rd floor hostel flat was the worst place to be in during holidays. It had all kind of insects, bees that use to swarm in my bedroom every morning from God knows where, a guest appearance by a monkey that almost gave me a heart attack, and adding to that was the scorching heat of June and ceiling fan to survive. (And yes I have already mentioned about the lizards + Mess food + what not, you name it )&lt;br /&gt;
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Placement season, well lets not go there. My BP might shoot up. :P&lt;br /&gt;
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GATE that&#39;s another thing that I have found to keep myself busy. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly, I have no idea how I can summarize this one particular year of my life. My thoughts are scattered, my feelings are unresolved and like any other normal person I am scared to step into the unkown.&lt;br /&gt;
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But at the same time I am hopeful and that makes this year a little less of a disaster. :P&lt;br /&gt;
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Recently one of my friend pointed out, I was smiling the whole time while I was in a conversation. And I hated to admit but yes maybe I did blush. And if she is right, its generally among first few signs. :P ( what I read as a disaster)&lt;br /&gt;
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Employee referrals. :D Yippy, Hurray. I want to kiss the person who came up with this idea.&lt;br /&gt;
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One question that I stumbled upon this year and is now becoming the reason behind most of my decisions. &quot;If you get a chance to meet your 10 year younger version, what will you tell yourself&quot;?&lt;br /&gt;
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I just wish and hope that I will have something interesting to work on in 2014. That is the only thing I really want right now. And yes finally a much awaited trip with my high school friends. Smoothning wont hurt either. :P (Yes, that will be all for my wish list of year 2014)&lt;br /&gt;
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PS- I shall now update my blog once the semester gets over. So do wait and come back again. Till then take care and enjoy :D&lt;br /&gt;
Happy New Year in advance :)&lt;/div&gt;
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It is the sound of our names together,&lt;/div&gt;
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and the trail of echoes it leaves behind.&lt;/div&gt;
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It is things as simple as those,&lt;/div&gt;
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that draws my thoughts back to you each time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is the scent you carry,&lt;/div&gt;
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and the dimples of your smile.&lt;/div&gt;
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That makes me forget,&lt;/div&gt;
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all about those stupid fights we had last night.&lt;/div&gt;
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It is the touch of your hands,&lt;/div&gt;
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and the memory of my fingers tracing your fine lines.&lt;/div&gt;
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Which forces me to consider,&lt;/div&gt;
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if John Keats could possibly be right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is when I see you waiting for me,&lt;/div&gt;
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standing alone with deep eyes.&lt;/div&gt;
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I loose all the progress I made last week,&lt;/div&gt;
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to forget and focus on better issues of life.&lt;/div&gt;
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So maybe this is how we are,&lt;/div&gt;
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and how we will be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Complicated as hell,&lt;/div&gt;
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going on and off constantly.&lt;/div&gt;
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Knowing what we are,&lt;/div&gt;
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and what we will never be.&lt;/div&gt;
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A beautiful idea,&lt;/div&gt;
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more than we actually ever could be.&lt;/div&gt;
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Okay, this was supposed to be uploaded a long time ago, but for some reason I
chose to keep it in my drafts. But then last night something happened and I
couldn&#39;t resist and share this one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;...............................................................................................................&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;I
can&#39;t believe I am unpacking all my stuff, I was so excited to go to shimla.
Damn this college.&quot; I said with despair in my tone and with a hint of
anger in it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Who
the hell said college was fun?&quot; Ipshita said in an even bitter tone.
&quot;We have zero campus culture, not a single cute guy, faculty that drives
me crazy, compulsory courses and add to that the misery of wearing college
uniform. Ughh I hate this place.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Now
for those who do not know. Ipshita is one of the closest being I ever had to a
sister. She is funny, ambitious, kind and all those good things, but most of
all what I like about her is, life becomes a roller coaster ride when she is
around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Why
I am not surprised.&quot; I said half joking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Shut
up, that was not funny. I am depressed.... And frustrated...Somewhat irritated
too...and Blah blah blah.&quot; She said sulking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Know
what? Let’s go for a walk.&quot; I said and I stood up to find my slippers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She
agreed as well but only after I promised her a sundae.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Let’s
go out someplace this weekend&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;na,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I am sick of this
place.&quot; I asked Ipshita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Well
who is not. Let’s check noticeboard, we might find something interesting.
Moreover lots of college festivals are going around this season.&quot; Ipshita
answered and we continued forward towards the main notice board.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;..................................................................................................................&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Look,
here. A salsa workshop.&quot; &amp;nbsp;Ipshita said indicating towards a poster on
the notice board looking excited.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Sweet
heart. I hope you do know Salsa requires partner unless of course you are
willing to learn guys step for me.&quot; I said teasingly with a bit of sarcasm.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Oh
yes, partner. My life sucks eternally.&quot; She said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Well
that makes two of us.&quot; was my immediate response.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;After
a couple of minutes she said&amp;nbsp;&quot;Excuse me, you do have a partner. I am
not sure if you are thinking clearly.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Haha,
I am dying laughing on this one. We do not even hold hands and you are telling
me to ask him for a salsa workshop. How brilliant of you.&quot; I said in a
matter of fact tone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;You
know studies reveal that man like woman taking the initiative. Just saying you
know......&quot;, and she shrugged in a typical cute girly manner, happy with
herself for making an inside joke.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;And
you do know your sundae is long lost forgotten story after this one.&quot; I
said and gave her an ugly smile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;i&gt;acha
acha&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;sorry.&quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;................................................................................................................................................&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Anyways
let&#39;s see who is organizing.&quot; I said to change the topic.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Some
Aaryansh Aghnihotri. Nice name&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;na&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Look
he has a vodafone too. &quot; Ipshita pointed out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Hmm,
yes its a good name.&quot; I nodded.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In
that brief moment, we both knew what was going in our heads. And the next thing
i know was we both were on a speaker call.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;................................................................................................................................................&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Hey
is this Aaryanh&quot;, I said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Yes
speaking.&quot; was his response.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Well
I came across this notice for a salsa workshop, and I was wondering if I can
register on the spot, because as of now I am not sure if I will be
participating or not.&quot; I inquired.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Yeah,
Sure you can. May I please know from which college you are speaking.&quot; He
questioned.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Now
this was the question we weren&#39;t prepared for. So I ended the call in haste.
&amp;nbsp;This was not the way we hoped for it to go. But after a couple of minutes
cell phone vibrated again. It was a message from the same no. and we both lit
up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Hey
you did not mention me your college name.&quot; was the message he left.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And
we quickly decided to go with Hansraj.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Well
me and my friend is from Hansraj, but the problem is my friend do not have a
partner. &quot; We texted back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;That
should not be a problem, there will be many without a partner i suppose&quot;
was his response to our text message.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Actually
the thing is my friend is pretty amazing, so you know. Why don&#39;t you go with
her. You seem to be a nice guy to me.&quot; &amp;nbsp;We replied.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;By
now we were already rolling on the floor laughing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And
this went on for a long time. Poor guy, he thought he got lucky.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;............................................................................................................................................&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;PS-
I am going to miss our crazy times. It was technically our last semester together, and somehow things wont be the same ever after but I still wish to believe they will. From shouting in the corridors to spamming
each other facebook wall. From juniors to seniors. From my 2 birthday&#39;s in May
to your 3 birthday&#39;s in September. :P The way we order our food as if we haven&#39;t
eaten from a month or so and end up saying... &quot;bhaiya pack kerdo&quot;,
and most of all how we never needed anyone to share our inside jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And yes Plz Plz tel my future husband/bf to be as amazing shopping partner as you are. :D (just girly things)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And
one story that i undoubtedly want to tell your kids is... &quot; How I met your
mother&quot;. Again.... how can you cry that much? :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And
to the rest who are still curious, we told the poor guy about our intents later
and said sorry. He created a little fuss initially but apologized himself
(perks of being a girl). We still have his number saved as &quot;Never ever
Pick up&quot;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know exactly how i want it to be, &amp;nbsp;but yet whatever I write never seems enough. Maybe because this story matters to me, or may be because this is the only story that ever mattered to me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
#PenguinPublicationAnnualLecture. Only my roommate know how excited i was to receive a confirmation mail for the event. But then the stupid stupid (one stupid won&#39;t do) delivery boy who did not deliver passes to me well in time. :(&lt;br /&gt;
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Rendezvous with a friend. From sec 18 to connaught place. From books to keventers. Boy, you make me do stupid things. &quot;Why should boys have all the fun?&quot; hehe (winks) &lt;br /&gt;
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Happiness is having somebody to call at 4 am. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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#Socks - in every possible color. :D #December&lt;br /&gt;
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The problem with most of us is, we compare our inside with others outside.&lt;br /&gt;
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After all these years, I still wonder what would it be like to be addressed by my own name. (no you can not comprehend this one)&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I can call you pretty, but still I will call you beautiful. Because beautiful has so many more meanings for which pretty is not a substitute.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
:O&lt;br /&gt;
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And yes, I have finally found the word . Psithurism it is.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;#KidPresident&lt;/b&gt;. He definitely made me smile today. :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And just so that you know, I am not the only fan. President Obama himself called him and asked him to meet in person after watching his videos.&lt;br /&gt;
Do check him out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5yCOSHeYn4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5yCOSHeYn4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Before Sunset&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(few of my favorite excerpts)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000365/?ref_=tt_trv_qu&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Celine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;&quot;&gt;I always feel this pressure of being a strong and independent icon of womanhood, and without making it look my whole life is revolving around some guy. But loving someone, and being loved means so much to me. We always make fun of it and stuff. But isn&#39;t everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1594387/?ref_=tt_trv_qu&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Journalist #1&lt;/a&gt;: Do you consider the book to be autobiographical?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000160/?ref_=tt_trv_qu&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Jesse&lt;/a&gt;: Uh, well, I mean... isn&#39;t everything autobiographical?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000160/?ref_=tt_trv_qu&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Jesse&lt;/a&gt;: You want to know why I wrote that stupid book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000365/?ref_=tt_trv_qu&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Celine&lt;/a&gt;: Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000160/?ref_=tt_trv_qu&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Jesse&lt;/a&gt;: So that you might come to a reading in Paris and I could walk up to you and ask, &quot;Where the fuck were you?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000365/?ref_=tt_trv_qu&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Celine&lt;/a&gt;: [&lt;span class=&quot;fine&quot;&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt;] No - you thought I&#39;d be here today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000160/?ref_=tt_trv_qu&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Jesse&lt;/a&gt;: I&#39;m serious. I think I wrote it, in a way, to try to find you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000365/?ref_=tt_trv_qu&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Celine&lt;/a&gt;: Okay, that&#39;s - I know that&#39;s not true, but that&#39;s sweet of you to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000160/?ref_=tt_trv_qu&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Jesse&lt;/a&gt;: I think it is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000160/?ref_=tt_trv_qu&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Jesse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;You know, I think that book that I wrote, in a way, was like building something. So that I wouldn&#39;t forget the... details of the time that we spent together. You know, like just a reminder that... that once we really did meet! You know, that this was real! That this happened!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000160/?ref_=tt_trv_qu&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Jesse&lt;/a&gt;: Oh, God, why didn&#39;t we exchange phone numbers and stuff? Why didn&#39;t we do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000365/?ref_=tt_trv_qu&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Celine&lt;/a&gt;: Because we were young and stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000160/?ref_=tt_trv_qu&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Jesse&lt;/a&gt;: Do you think we still are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000365/?ref_=tt_trv_qu&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Celine&lt;/a&gt;: I guess when you&#39;re young, you just believe there&#39;ll be many people with whom you&#39;ll connect with. Later in life, you realize it only happens a few times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000160/?ref_=tt_trv_qu&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Jesse&lt;/a&gt;: And you can screw it up, you know, misconnect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Honestly when you use to drop me till school bus everyday, it use to annoy me a little. Why will any high school going kid like that anyways. :P But then now when I think about it, I feel a whole lot different about it. I know I argue a lot, I am stubborn and miss managed. Careless at times. And most of the times I tell you &quot;I will do it on my own. Let me do it my way&quot;. And all such sort of things. But the truth is I can not. The fact is I can take the risk and be myself because I know you are there to help me sort out in case I end up in a soup. :) I do not think, I can ever Thank God enough for letting me have parents like you. :) &amp;nbsp;[ and you need not to get sentimental on this one,(just in case you are reading) you know I can be a Devil and an Angel at the same time :D]&lt;br /&gt;
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Because I fear failure so much, that I end up worrying and working more on my backup plan, instead of my original plan. And eventually I end up doing all the wrong things. #LearnToHaveLittleFaith&lt;/div&gt;
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And then there are people I meet, who will talk about Ayn rand&#39;s philosophy, will encourage the idea of &quot;Do what you like doing the most&quot; but will most probably end the discussion by forcing on the idea, that a 3.25 job in a MNC is probably a best shot of success and happiness for an avg. student. Really?&lt;br /&gt;
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Happiness is finding a sticky note, with an encouraging message, to start my day with. Lucky to have few friends, I know who really care. :) Thank God we have 1 more semester together.&lt;br /&gt;
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Medicines. It was fine till then. No needles please. :(&lt;br /&gt;
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Not really into the grand wedding thing, or to say simply &quot;wedding&quot;. But this is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPtXgivTKog&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPtXgivTKog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hGnK_UslZes&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hGnK_UslZes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZPVHaPCfso&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZPVHaPCfso&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(my personal fav.... i m loving d bride here.. she is so fun)&lt;br /&gt;
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And I have no Idea why every one assumes they know what is good for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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The idea of starting a brand new life somewhere in the hills, teaching kindergarten students and having time to cook myself a breakfast and enjoy a book by the window with a hot cup of coffee in the evening . #exciting (or less ambitious? I will never know the difference. )&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ONE DAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This is one of the best things I have watched in days. Made me cry literally. (Trust me not many movies can do that to me). Everything I will say will be taken otherwise, so i will just refrain from the idea of writing a review. But go and watch this movie because I am saying so. You will thank me later.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;MONSTER UNIVERSITY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Totally fun. Initially I was not so sure, if I will like this movie and in fact I kind of ignored it after going through its trailer. But then my Graphic&#39;s teacher insisted on the idea of watching this one. Thankfully this time I did.&lt;br /&gt;
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Defining moment of the movie and my personal fav. is when mike gets his college ID card. Watch it and you will know why.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;You already are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always were.&lt;br /&gt;And you still have time to be.&lt;br /&gt;-Anis Mojgani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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#Sleepover, possibly one of the best remedies in the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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#Cold + #Major Project + #Sleeping Dose , Worst combination ever.&lt;/div&gt;
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#22, not sure what i want. It sucks.&lt;/div&gt;
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And sometime I do not know what do i feel or how do i feel about the whole thing. And this is when i ignore talking. Bear with me if you can. :|&lt;/div&gt;
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And just maybe, I will never reach a conclusion. #ignore&lt;/div&gt;
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#Library Fine + #Mess Food = Side effects of college&lt;br /&gt;
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When a 3 year old cry for you :(. #i miss u 2 myra &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;
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And if it was legal to kill few irritating people, my life would have been certainly normal. (Not sure if being serial killer will be counted as normal. :P)&lt;/div&gt;
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Because I think he is cute, or may be the kind of roles he play :D&lt;/div&gt;
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“To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love”&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;―&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1265.Jane_Austen&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Jane Austen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/3060926&quot; style=&quot;color: #666600; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=10SVwR8K9mI&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=10SVwR8K9mI&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78AOCLReZeg&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78AOCLReZeg&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;( i like this one)&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Good choice, I like the guy&quot;, Ananya said looking amused with herself as i savored last few sips of my take away coffee.&lt;br /&gt;
Coming back from my train of thoughts, confused I looked around. &quot;What?&quot; I exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;The guy you are staring at. I think he is kinda sexy.&quot; She explained.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Seriously, Ananya.&quot; was my only reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well Ananya can be little pushy and compelling at times, but somehow I still feel she is one of the best thing that happened to me in college. I have absolutely no idea how I would have survived these brutal years of my graduation without a friend like her, specially considering the fact that I can be a little &quot;drama queen&quot; at times. Like say, today itself.&lt;br /&gt;
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We have our own spot, where we usually hang out after classes. A small open air theater at the backside of a nearby mall. It is nearly walking distance and doesn&#39;t take more than 10 mins. to reach. &amp;nbsp;I like this place. For one, not many people come here except few occasional couples and two, the view is spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;
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Adding to the view is all the festive decoration and lighting used by mall authority.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Well, I was not staring at him.&quot; I explained. &quot;I was just thinking about something.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;You sure?&quot; She asked teasingly.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Positive.&quot; I said laughing. &quot;And moreover, he is not even my type.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;You know, you need to stop typecasting guys, or should I say outcasting 99% of human male population. Right?&quot; said Ananya with raised eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Yeah, I know. I got you. Thumps up. Now lets talk something else.&quot; I said quickly changing the topic.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;So, what were you thinking about?&quot; Ananya asked again.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Nothing just in general.&quot; I said and shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Did not look like in general.&quot; She argued.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;You don&#39;t give up. Do you?&quot; I said half jokingly.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;No I don&#39;t.&quot; said Ananya. &quot;And you in particular love guessing games. Com&#39;on just tell me. Is it about &#39;missing &amp;nbsp;someone&#39;?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Noooo, Ananya.&quot; I said stressing on my no. &quot;I know exactly what you are hinting at, but seriously no. Not my concern anymore. Just in general.&quot; I repeated again, not looking at her this time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I am waiting, you know that right?&quot; Ananya said looking persistent.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Well, I was just thinking about the interview I had.&quot; I said playing with my take away coffee cup.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Okay, so you are anxious about your result. It is gong to be fine.&quot; She said trying to convince me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I don&#39;t think its about the results, I think I already know what is going to happen. Its the feedback that I am worried about.&quot; I said looking in the thin air.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;What feedback?&quot; She asked in a confused tone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I narrated her the entire scene and told her, &quot;At the end of my interview, my HR said I need to prioritize my life. I need to reevaluate, if what I was doing is what I really wanted to do at the first place. I tried hard to convince her, talked about my n no. of projects but all she said was its not about what you are telling me, its about what I can see.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Its okay, Yar. Forget it. Don&#39;t allow her to play tricks on your mind and moreover become the reason you doubt your life decisions. Plus its not like she always wanted to become an HR.&quot; Ananya said. &quot;I wanted to become an astronaut. Doesn&#39;t mean I can be one.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Hmm.&quot; I said and&amp;nbsp;gave her a subtle smile though not sure if was convinced.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because its one of those kind of a day, when the sun shines bright and the wind blows cold. The kind of a day, a Jane Austen fan will slip away, to sit and read her favorite book in peace. #Soothing #Satisfying&lt;br /&gt;
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I think I love Autumn and not just because it holds metaphorical value. #October&lt;br /&gt;
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When poetry becomes the reason, 2 people connect and characters in the classics become the reason they Argue. #Almost Romantic&lt;br /&gt;
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Moment you let a stranger see, how vulnerable you are, and you turn friends. Moment she helps you figure out if all the drama is worth it. #Clearly NO&lt;br /&gt;
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It wasn&#39;t like &quot;all the drama&quot; in my life did not occur to me in those few brief moments, but i guess i chose to overlook. As they say, Happiness is a decision not a destination.&lt;br /&gt;
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Growing up, its a difficult process. Sometimes it means learning the difference between Sample outcomes and Feasible outcomes. (when event is your life) #Yes I am learning Probability these days :P&lt;br /&gt;
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Two movies to laugh out loud with. :D&lt;br /&gt;
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1) DUE DATE -&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Robert Downey, Jr. and Zach Galifianakis. Do i need to say more. Trust me watch it and dont &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;let IMDb rating confuse you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Here .. Link to the trailer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1p3NnJ_oiE0&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1p3NnJ_oiE0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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2) BAD TEACHER - Awesome to the power awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTMUa8HfnBw&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTMUa8HfnBw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
—&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/11978.John_Keats&quot; style=&quot;color: #666600; text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;John Keats quotes&quot;&gt;John Keats&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know you have a lot of questions for me, and I wish I could have answered them precisely and accurately. But sadly that is not how it works. I can&#39;t tell you if life will or will not be like the fairy tale you imagined. But at the same time i want to let you know that every event in future is an outcome of the decision taken by you in present. Decision whether or not you will stick to the hard way, because there will always be an easy way.&lt;/div&gt;
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There are going to be times when you will wake up early in the morning, realizing it was just a dream and you do not need to be scared anymore. Good news is you are not pretending or lying to yourself anymore. You exactly know what do you fear the most. It becomes easy when you know what you are fighting against. &lt;br /&gt;
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At some point of time you are surely going to doubt the people in your life. Not one, not two but most of them. Don&#39;t give up on them yet, they might surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;
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You are going to see people, who will always work their way out without even moving their asses (literally). They will have what you always wanted and worked for. Equation for them will always remain simple + easy on the other hand for you it will always be complicated + difficult. And you might also give them a little attention and envy them for the first couple of days. But the fact is, if it is complicated + difficult, it is because you think that way. (Life is a cheesecake, at least that what i like to imagine)&lt;br /&gt;
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You may think, emotional bondage hold you back and you are better off without it. But I still want you to think of it as your strength and not your weakness. Emotions give you a shape.&lt;br /&gt;
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And most importantly i always want you to believe in your favorite word, &quot;Peregrination&quot;, Keep moving. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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PS- and yes possibly you will always wonder, obsess, stalk and will try to unravel the mystery of &quot;why this person was described in such a god like manner&quot;. Maybe be because you know the answer already or may be because you think too much. I wish it is the later part. :|&lt;br /&gt;
***- Surely you don&#39;t know what i am talking about, neither do i wish to let you know. :P Some thoughts are so private that either you do not share them at all, or share them with million users over internet.&lt;/div&gt;
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1) I am obsessed with Calvin.&lt;/div&gt;
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2) In spite being a 6 year old, He talks about life more brilliantly than 99% people i know.&lt;/div&gt;
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3) His arrogance is more on the cuter side.&lt;/div&gt;
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4) I wont mind having kids like him (though they will b such a pain i m sure :P)&lt;/div&gt;
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5) I have literally browsed half of the internet for the comic strip.&lt;/div&gt;
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6) And most of all, Its getting kind of repetitive on facebook cover photos. :P&lt;/div&gt;
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Here are my few absolute favorites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
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1) Its only work when someone makes you do it.&lt;/h3&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Explains a lot.&lt;/div&gt;
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2) Ignorance is such a Biss.&lt;/h3&gt;
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If you can&#39;t sort it out, JUST IGNORE it. Maybe things will sort out themselves with time. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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3) Incapacity to tell the difference.&lt;/h3&gt;
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Boy, I love your attitude. Be stubborn, be crazy. And don&#39;t ever let any one, not even yourself talk you into the idea of &quot;Its not possible&quot;. Because it is very much possible.&lt;/div&gt;
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4) If People sat outside and looked at the stars.&lt;/h3&gt;
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5) I Hate You.&lt;/h3&gt;
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6) Try Jumping.&lt;/h3&gt;
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Things will happen, once you will step out of your comfort zone.&lt;/div&gt;
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7) You don&#39;t get to be a mom, if you can&#39;t fix everything just right.&lt;/h3&gt;
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Accept it, she has a solution to your every damn problem. And even if not, she can cheer you up and fill you up with new hopes while siting miles away :)&lt;/div&gt;
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This is what i hate about myself. I should be out there, enjoying life, exploring things and not siting here banging my head against walls.&lt;br /&gt;
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9) I am going as a barrel of toxic waste.&lt;/h3&gt;
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10) Everybody I know needs what i am selling.&lt;/h3&gt;
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Education system. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;You are late. AGAIN&quot; I said almost exasperated. &quot;I am leaving now study on your own. And Possibly try and flunk tomorrow, so that you learn to be on time. I am sick of it. And Where the hell is your cell phone? I have been calling you for like forever.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was probably turning green in anger and all i could see was Rishabh standing just in front of me while keeping a safe distance, making funny faces; trying to calm me down. Telling me to relax.&lt;br /&gt;
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Obviously we were the center of attraction.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Excuse me please.&quot; He shouted across the tables. &quot;One Nutty Fudge brownie for the lady please. With some hot chocolate syrup and vanilla ice cream.&quot; And he turned around to look at me, raising his eyebrows in almost a cute way, &quot;Will that make it?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Here was my cue, and without a pause i added to my treat. &quot;Plus one lemon iced tea please. Thank you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He took a seat opposite to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;So what is the excuse this time?&quot; I asked him, while getting back to my normal self.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;And I thought i was not answerable to this question after the brownie.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;And we both laughed at his comment.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Alright, but what about your cell phone? Why have you switched it off?&quot; I asked him in a matter of fact tone, possibly knowing the answer already.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Leave it, you don&#39;t want to know. It&#39;s just Tanya,she keeps pestering me all the times and I hate it so much. For her, all what a boy friend is ought to do is, help her manage her mood swings, pamper her all the times and accompany her while shopping.&quot; He replied almost irritated.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;What else is girl friend for? Stealing kisses in the khopchas of campus?&quot; I asked teasingly.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Of course not. How can you think so low me? I wont mind booking a room.&quot; was his spontaneous quirky response.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Ughhh.....Shut up. You were right. I don&#39;t want to know.&quot; I said stopping him midway, knowing well that i can never win an argument with him when the subject is dirty.&lt;br /&gt;
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In few minutes are order was served and without wasting much time we followed through the topics of the test one by one.&lt;br /&gt;
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Approximately after an hour since we started, Rishabh leaned forward from across the table and nearly hissed, &quot;To your 4&#39;o clock.&quot;. In all these years, we have developed this unique coded language, which we generally use to indicate the direction of hot girls.&lt;br /&gt;
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I moved a little, making sure it doesn&#39;t look deliberate. And with the corner of my eye, I looked into the direction.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;What? There is no one.&quot; I said confused.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Idiot, that guy over there. He is staring at you.&quot; He said looking impressed with himself and equally amused.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Why? Do I have something on my face?&quot; I asked consciously, bringing one of my palm near to my face. &quot;Oh God, this is so embarrassing. Why you did not tell me about it before.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Are you serious? He is a GUY. We don&#39;t stare because some girl has something on her face. We stare when we find them appealing. You blonde.&quot; He said surprised, as If i have such a less knowledge about the behavior of opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Ohh i see, but the fact is you guys stare almost all the times for apparently no reason.&quot; I said stating myself loud and clear, making sure I sound legitimate. &quot;And by the way he is not staring at all.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;You are blind. I can bet he wants to talk to you, If you just give him a try.&quot; He said putting his argument forcefully.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;You know, we are still left with lot of topics to cover. Can we debate about it later.&quot; I said as always ignoring the topic.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Why can&#39;t you just accept the fact that others can fall in love with you, that someone can possibly be dying to date you. And moreover people can genuinely compliment you. What is it?&quot; He demanded to know, being pushy beyond believe this time.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I am leaving, you sit here, question all day to yourself. And maybe that what they will ask you in test tomorrow.&quot; I said nearly in frustrated tone, gathering my notes from the coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;You are not going anywhere this time. I am not letting you leave this discussion.&quot; He said with authority in voice, looking straight at me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Whats the big deal?&quot; I said completely pissed off. &quot;I just don&#39;t feel like that. I just don&#39;t wish to feel insecure, miserable about things that do not even matter. I don&#39;t want to be the one trying to get the attention and feel like i am in race with other girls and I have to prove my worth every time. I don&#39;t want to pretend someone that i love them whole heartedly when i don&#39;t. I don&#39;t like guys complementing me because i wanted some body who can actually give those compliments a meaning for me. That is all it is about. Did I answer your question now?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;And what makes you think you are in race with other girls?&quot; He asked. &quot;Do you know I have always loved you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I stood there not knowing what am i suppose to say next. And just before I could respond, he stopped me midway saying, &quot;Don&#39;t worry, I know what you have to say. You don&#39;t need to explain yourself. And I promise I wont let anything change the way we are now. Best friends.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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And He just smiled. This was the first time that I ever realized, his smiles and presence do matter to me. Because they assure me. It will be ok. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Yeah Yeah... i know, what am i doing here on my blog. I should have been preparing for my test, and those n number of things that are lined up for me. But anyways as always i have just one answer... &quot;Because i want to&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Now for those who are wondering what this post is about.... Lets just say its a small thank you note. Because smallest gesture matters to me the most. It is to let you know (in case you read my blog :P) that more than your words, i notice your actions. Even the tinniest details of your actions don&#39;t go unnoticed. In fact they are the ones that i value the most, because they are involuntary. :) Its a good idea to recall them every once in a while, just to know there are people who love you. :D&lt;br /&gt;
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1) When your mom says &quot;You will find a way. You always did.&quot; :)&lt;br /&gt;
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2) In spite of being the least expressive human being on this planet, your brother places an online order of fabric colors, with a note &quot;try something new&quot;, when you tell him.... &quot;mera mann nahi lag raha&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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3) When your dad, just cant accept the fact that you have grown up. :P&lt;br /&gt;
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4) You have a elder cousin, who called you insane names, irrespective of the fact that you are six or sixteen. Now it sounds weird when they call you by your real name in public. :P (No i am not telling you those names. :P )&lt;br /&gt;
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5)You have a friend who will put her boy friend&#39;s call on hold for you. And if he cribs about it, she will tell him loud and clear. &quot;She matters to me more than you. Got it?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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6) Its your special day, and you want something perfect and elegant to dress up. You march down each and every store of GIP with your friend, and tell yourself &quot;I am doomed&quot; and she shouts at you and say &quot;SHUT UP we will find something for you.&quot; And drags you till the end of the universe and find the most perfect off white color dress of all times, with perfect matching heels. (It was almost magical.)&lt;br /&gt;
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7) Your friend comes running 3 floors to wake you up for 9 am class. In spite of knowing the first thing you will tell her is, &quot;I so badly want to kill you&quot;. :P&lt;br /&gt;
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8) You have a friend who is always the first one to wish you Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;
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9) You have friends who will go through your entire blog post, even if it doesn&#39;t interest them. Just to encourage you. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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10) You have a teacher, who will always believe in you. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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“Writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers.”&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;―&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13275.Charles_Bukowski&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Charles Bukowski&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have heard people stating many a times that life is simple, the most complex questions have a very simple answer. We are just not looking at it in the right way. Can it be the other way round ? Can simple questions have complex answers ?&lt;br /&gt;
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I was having this conversation with a friend last week, when eventually I ended up talking about authors. Authors who are praised and &amp;nbsp;read world wide, without whom i suppose the term &quot;literature&quot; itself will hold a little less of its meaning. And strangely enough, they all have something in common, i.e. they all write with a purpose. If you look into their private lives and theme of work close enough, you will observe a pattern.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Sylvia Plath&lt;/u&gt; an american poet and short story writer. Those who cant recall her, do you remember &quot;Mirror&quot;, a short poem as a part of our English syllabus. Yes, author of the very same poem. Most of her work falls into a category of confessional poetry. Her poems are full of references and images that seem impenetrable at this distance, but which could mostly be explained in footnotes by a scholar with full access to the details of her life. She lost her father at a very early age, had a miscarriage and found her marriage falling apart, which she always thought about as love at first sight. Her husband (Ted Hughes) was cheating on her.&lt;/div&gt;
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Let me show you, one of my favorite pick from her work.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3c3a35; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, serif; font-size: 23px; line-height: 40px;&quot;&gt;Mad Girl&#39;s Love Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;&lt;br /&gt;
I lift my lids and all is born again.&lt;br /&gt;
(I think I made you up inside my head.)&lt;br /&gt;
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The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,&lt;br /&gt;
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:&lt;br /&gt;
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.&lt;br /&gt;
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I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed&lt;br /&gt;
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.&lt;br /&gt;
(I think I made you up inside my head.)&lt;br /&gt;
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God topples from the sky, hell&#39;s fires fade:&lt;br /&gt;
Exit seraphim and Satan&#39;s men:&lt;br /&gt;
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.&lt;br /&gt;
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I fancied you&#39;d return the way you said,&lt;br /&gt;
But I grow old and I forget your name.&lt;br /&gt;
(I think I made you up inside my head.)&lt;br /&gt;
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I should have loved a thunderbird instead;&lt;br /&gt;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.&lt;br /&gt;
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.&lt;br /&gt;
(I think I made you up inside my head.)&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Can you relate it now? Does it makes sense to you now after knowing about her personal life? What do you say was she longing for something? Was she desperate?&amp;nbsp;Undoubtedly YES.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Enid Blyton&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;most of her work revolves around child fantasy. She wrote stories of child adventures. Blyton adored her father and was devastated after he left the family to live with another woman. Blyton and her mother did not have a good relationship, and later in life, Blyton claimed to other that her mother was dead and ultimately did not attend either of her parents&#39; funeral.&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19.1875px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Am I wrong to think of her work as an attempt to relive all those happy childhood moments that she missed? Can i think about it as a flight of imagination for things she longed for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;u style=&quot;line-height: 19.1875px;&quot;&gt;Jane Austen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19.1875px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;the author of my&amp;nbsp;favorite &quot;Pride and Prejudice&quot;. She wrote six novels during her lifetime,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19.1875px;&quot;&gt;Sense and Sensibility, Pride and Prejudice, Mansfield Park, Emma, Northanger Abbey and Persuassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19.1875px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;All based on the theme of romance and happily ever after. &amp;nbsp;But&amp;nbsp;surprisingly&amp;nbsp;in her real life she never found her Mr. Perfect. I wonder why she was so good in imagining those happy ever afters may be because she longed for them herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Now when this conversation got over, self realization hit me hard. What do i write about? And moreover what do I want to write about? What is it that i am looking for??? Do i write to settle down my rage? or in the name of fiction, creativity and imagination; I am trying to communicate my emotions with you??? What is it?&lt;br /&gt;
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At times like these i really question my level of sanity. Why cant I have a simple answers like everyone else. Like in this case it would have been much simpler if i would have answered myself &quot;I write because i like to write.&quot; Why do i need to over think and over analyze everything, every situation? Its not necessary that everything has a logic or purpose.&lt;br /&gt;
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But anyways I am happy that i at least found myself an answer. Answer is beyond insane, but its a proof of my patience and ability to hold on, when i know it doesn&#39;t make a sense and Its nothing more than a useless pointless effort and wastage of time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;
Ok, don&#39;t put efforts interpreting my last lines. You are not getting close anyways :P and this makes blogging even more interesting. :P&lt;br /&gt;
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PS- I know this should have been a diary entry instead, but anyways I read it somewhere; one must learn to embrace his/her own weirdness. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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1) Sometimes i like to sit and watch children play and smile at them occasionally for no reason. Shy ones look away cutely as if they did not see me smiling at them, few smile back and run away ... and 4 me its one of the most cutest sight of the world. :)&lt;/div&gt;
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2) I absolutely love, when someone goes through my entire blog post. Even if he/she is a stalker i don&#39;t mind :P.&lt;/div&gt;
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3) I do not cry. Or it will be more appropriate to say crying doesn&#39;t come naturally to me. Frustration, irritation is more like my way of expressing.&lt;/div&gt;
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4) As much as i like my writings to be read and understood, i equally like being anonymous and not being understood and judged.&lt;/div&gt;
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5) If you matter to me, I make sure you know it.&lt;/div&gt;
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6) I like to look at stars in summer breeze and listen to music.&lt;/div&gt;
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7) While everyone wants and love to work on stage, i like the idea of working off stage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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8) Stress gives me pimples and hair fall. I don&#39;t like either of them. :P&lt;/div&gt;
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9) Yes, I am a control freak. I like things in order and exactly at the place where they belong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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10) No, I am not on whats app, nor do i plan to. Stop asking me. I absolutely hate chatting and networking. Call me anti social i don&#39;t mind. I call it being selectively social.&lt;/div&gt;
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11) No, I am not use to of compliments. Or is it because all my life i have been waiting for someone to validate them and give them meaning for me.&lt;/div&gt;
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12) I am more of Jane Austen, John Keats type romance. But what a tragedy none of them fully experienced what they so intensely and passionately talked about.&lt;/div&gt;
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13) I absolutely love confectionery. Every inch of me craves and get tempted by confectionery stores.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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14) There is something beautiful in a half painted canvas. It has room for more. Does that make sense to you?&lt;/div&gt;
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15) Yellow is my favorite color. Odd??? i like it anyways ... its bright and joyful :)&lt;/div&gt;
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16) I like the sound of blowing wind, and the sound leaves create in the blowing wind. I don&#39;t know how to describe it. Can you imagine?? Or ever noticed??&lt;/div&gt;
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17) Singing along my fav. lines of fav. songs. Though i am a pathetic singer :P&lt;/div&gt;
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18) Long Drives, late hours, a window seat and some slow music. :)&lt;/div&gt;
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19) &amp;nbsp;Smiling at strangers.&lt;/div&gt;
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20) Sometimes i wake up in the morning with regret and wish to go back on a particular date.&lt;br /&gt;
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21) Yes i have trouble sleeping, and i am superstitious about few things.&lt;br /&gt;
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22) Have you read, &quot;The third level&quot; ? I wish to live such a life. So less complicated.&lt;br /&gt;
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23) I am an engineer and i am suppose to love gadgets. But i feel after a certain limit they just add more problems in your life. Sometimes its good to be unreachable. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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24) And i still do believe in fairy tale endings. :) Though i am probably the one criticizing most about it. :P&lt;br /&gt;
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PS- This is just an excerpt of me, it will take another 1000 post like these to understand me :P i m such a rare piece ;)&lt;/div&gt;
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I imagine you calling my name,&lt;/div&gt;
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kissing me quite insane.&lt;/div&gt;
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So I re read your postcard again.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wondering if i skipped a line,&lt;/div&gt;
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which was written maybe to imply.&lt;/div&gt;
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All what remains unsaid and between the lines.&lt;/div&gt;
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I sit to pen down a reply,&lt;/div&gt;
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pouring my heart and promising to get by.&lt;/div&gt;
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But in spite of all, I end up writing how the weather seems fine.&lt;/div&gt;
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Because what all is being unsaid,&lt;/div&gt;
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is not necessarily unfelt.&lt;/div&gt;
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And so my hopes and imaginations choose to stay in between the lines.&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulful-peregrination.blogspot.com/feeds/4188540734590570493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulful-peregrination.blogspot.com/2013/07/between-lines.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628238215909114204/posts/default/4188540734590570493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628238215909114204/posts/default/4188540734590570493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulful-peregrination.blogspot.com/2013/07/between-lines.html' title='Between the lines'/><author><name>Priyanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685371205959559416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcZ5_MzQ9DAPwyf0VmCvruhl6ZL7RAqVKpbi7tXLkbwAxhiyZI6xk7KEaKYGHfZuCp5lPif_t9Htt9W-n2xa3WM1nGdk7lWq4S2EzSCTUNXzZFhivDUaWu2qWgA_EwIg/s1600/little-girl-smiling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628238215909114204.post-7471230274653782731</id><published>2013-07-13T21:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2013-07-13T21:06:40.675+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><title type='text'>Philosophical saddistic me</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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1) Sometimes its good and necessary to be bad, so people value you, when you are good with them.&lt;br /&gt;
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2) Don&#39;t help unless someone ask for it, let them know they need you.&lt;br /&gt;
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3) If some one irritates you, tell them. They deserve to know.&lt;br /&gt;
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4) Before saying YES to others. Make sure you are not saying NO to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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5) No one will stay with you forever. Its just you. So make sure you love yourself the most.&lt;br /&gt;
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6) Don&#39;t try, Do it. That is the only way you will have it.&lt;br /&gt;
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7) Do what you feel is right for you. Not what others think is right for you.&lt;br /&gt;
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8) Don&#39;t let your entire existence depend upon others opinion. Free yourself from emotional clutter, it wont &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; lead you anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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9) People who want to stay will stay.&lt;br /&gt;
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10) Sometimes just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;
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“The moon was up, painting the world silver, making things look just a little more alive.” &amp;nbsp;― N.D. Wilson, Leepike Ridge&lt;/div&gt;
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Since i am kind of vella right now, and everyone in my world seems to be busy. Few with their internship and the rest with their projects and group meetings. Also I am tired of killing time on facebook, where virtually everyone is having a blast. So i ended up building a castle in the air with a list of things.&lt;br /&gt;
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1) PAINT : &amp;nbsp;If something can distract my vague thoughts, it is painting. I absolutely love that part of me. Right now i can imagine myself painting all those bits and pictures in my head i have collected while traveling for my internship. Wait they will be posted soon I promise, because that what i am planning to invest my time on.&lt;br /&gt;
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2) READ : After &quot;If you could see me now&quot;, &quot;Animal Farm&quot; is next on my list. I am hoping for some light moments and intelligent humor as suggested by a friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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3) CRICKET AND FOOTBALL : Now that i see everyone talking in terms of cricket and football. I think i should learn bits of it so i can talk a little about it. At least should know the teams and players. Will be good for a start i guess. Any one wishing to volunteer?&lt;br /&gt;
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4) TRAVEL : Okay, honestly I don&#39;t know when in my life i will have the pleasure of travelling and see the big world out there. But i do have my plans. My itinerary is not the stereotype of famous holiday spots instead it is a baggage of pictures i have browsed randomly (not sure if its the place or the photographer... or may be even photoshop) that attracted me. I wish to go and see those places where those pictures were taken, from the same angle from the same position. I wish to sit there enjoy the scene and absorb the beauty of it. &lt;br /&gt;
Hint: I really love Heights and water bodies, minus cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;
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5) COOK : Not like everyday. But something special everyday. Watch Ratatouille, you will understand.&lt;br /&gt;
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6) DSLR : Not sure if i am into photography. But i know its will help me give reason to people staring awkwardly, to understand why anyone will like to hang out alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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7) SHOP : I want to shop till i drop. In my language shopping is treating yourself. If i am in bad mood, it adds little something to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;
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PS- Thanks for bearing with this lame post. :P . Cant help it. I am bored. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I had a dream last night. About us.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not that its the first time, but somehow it felt different. I don&#39;t know. Its hard for me to explain and keep it in words right now. &amp;nbsp;But still if i try hard to put it in words, &amp;nbsp;&quot;It was intense but oddly calm and soothing&quot;. We spoke nothing at all, not anything that i can recall or reproduce right now. I can just remember the silence we sat with.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was almost midnight, i was sitting on the same rooftop of the store room beside the field. Do you remember the place? &amp;nbsp;It was just like old times, just like it use to be. Refreshing and green with the smell of the dirt, and merrily sprinting trees around. Remember how we use to jump walls to secretly sneak into the private field, completely avoiding &quot;TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED&quot;. And the consequences and rebukes we faced because of it. Anyways i still don&#39;t regret a single moment of it or even the scolding sessions, my childhood and teenage wouldn&#39;t have been the same without it. &amp;nbsp; Amazingly that place still hold a huge sentimental value to me and will remain special to me in spite of the fact that its no more a field. It has outgrown itself into a jungle of concrete. I still do go out thr sometimes alone, when i miss you. Sit thr in silence with all those funny stories of our teenage in my head. How we discussed our lives our choice of careers, men.... family. How we wanted our lives to be after 10-15 years. And more importantly how badly we wanted to stay the bestest besties for ever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;
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In my dream i was sitting in the dark silently, gazing at the stars, which were few in number. I was clearly missing you. Wanted to tell you so many things i have been experiencing in my waking life. And after few minutes i turn around and i see you sitting by my side. It was magical and miserable at the same time. For a moment i was happy, then realization hit me. You can not be thr. Its my imagination. I said nothing neither did you, and we both sat thr silently and cried. Occasionally looking at each other and smiling stupidly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up with moist eyes at 4 am. Needless to say couldn&#39;t go to bed again. My roomie is slowly getting tired of this. She can not understand, why i wake up in the mid of night and prefer to take a walk in the corridor instead. May be its because i think about you more often these days and i know its just my sub conscious that is doing the trick. &lt;br /&gt;
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Events after that accident have started to fade away but somehow my feeling of grief multiplies everyday. Everyday i miss you a little more than yesterday. It wont be wrong to say that first few weeks were the easiest for me. May be i was in the state of denial. Perhaps that was the reason i did not come more often to see you in the ICU. Or may be I was scared to see you like that or accept that its actually happening. I remember my mom getting worried for me, and explaining me all the time. That even if you survive, you wont be the same person i knew since 2nd grade. Full of life, enthusiastic, talkative, empathetic and the one i was not ashamed to enjoy my &lt;i&gt;dark side&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with. Instead you will be bed ridden, paralyzed and most probably wont be able to feel or analyze anything. Brain dead basically.&lt;br /&gt;
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I sometimes dwell upon the if&#39;s and but&#39;s. If it was possible for me to change the course of events. If i would have asked you more often or tried to convince you not to be so dangerously close to danger. If i was not so busy with my own life and entrance exams at that point of time and if i had time to hear your latest stories of adventure. If and only if i could have tried a little more. But then sometimes i think to myself you were the wild child and spontaneous one, i was just the shy kid next door. How i could have ever expected you to change into ordinary one like me, who calculates the risk first and then step into the ocean. Its stupid. I loved your company, every one did. Because I basically loved being you, exploring my wild side. I loved being the partner in crime with you. It was hell so much fun. Specially when i knew you have my back. You will look after me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last time we talked, It was just after i received my admission letter. And you were telling me how things going to change. I will be living in a new city with new set of friends and possibly a new bestie. And i told you and promised you that i will visit you every vacation. We promised we will call each other every other day. And will always remain besties.&lt;br /&gt;
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I absolutely hate myself for not going to see your parents more often in spite of living so close. I want to, but its so damn difficult. I have absolutely no idea how to talk to your parents or what to talk about. I was never good at socializing you know that. Instead It was you always finding new friends for me. I was the one hesitating to even ask a glass of water, when you will go and open up the fridge to check what you want to have on just one casual invitation &quot;&lt;i&gt;beta kya loge&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Basically i just miss you. And no one can fill the void you create.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;PS-HAPPY B&#39;DAY :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So, what&#39;s on my extraordinarily ordinary mind today? &lt;br /&gt;
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Lets give it a check.&lt;br /&gt;
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1)I should really download torrent files for twilight breaking dawn Part 2, and Disney Brave before i end up using all my Bandwidth for Gossipgirl series, just to find out Dan Humphry.. our lonely boy .... was the gossip girl...ahh thats so lame.... (but anyways i m still watching the series....and to confess... i am really inspired by Blair :P and thats even more stupid)&lt;br /&gt;
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2)I badly wish to suggest someone to watch &quot;Flipped&quot; and maybe then they will know, that i am living in a different world of imagination and need to brought back to reality. Its not what they say, Its about those thosand meanings i interpret and analyse. :|&lt;br /&gt;
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3)Yippy, my hairs looking atleast 3 inches longer than previous holidays and my curls seem to be really conditioned. No doubt, this is even &#39;once in a year&#39; ocassion :P&lt;br /&gt;
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4)Reading my inbox. Childhood friends can surprisingly remind you of who you are really and might not even realise. Taking you down the memory lane, they can help you see who you were before you started changing or judging yourself from others point of view. :) And i cant help myself, thinking what if i can once again play video games all day long without worries....and mind you, i wont be taking second player this time :P.... i hated that so much :P &lt;br /&gt;
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5)OMG, I have got this great story to write about. Ohh no, its again inspired by real life characters and incidents ... :/. What if i really write about it?&lt;br /&gt;
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6)I am bored of my playlist. Someone, anyone please suggest.&lt;br /&gt;
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7)Because i have nothing to do, I can probably post something stupid and completely vella on Neha&#39;s wall. :P&lt;br /&gt;
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8)No, more crappy shitty romantic movies from now on :P (what i always say, after watching the same kind of movie :P)&lt;br /&gt;
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9)Yes, that will be all 4 now i guess. :P&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes there were no clues. :P :P&lt;br /&gt;
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So, If you haven&#39;t guessed already, my blog completes its 1st year today. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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