<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 05 Oct 2024 02:21:15 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>welcome to mynovelpedia</title><description></description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle/><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-5078526810466890396</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 06:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T22:46:21.271-08:00</atom:updated><title>Caught by her smile</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Well like most authors i am one who do not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;believe in love at first sight &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;untill&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; i experienced it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;myself...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;It all started like this, I was with a few friends at&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;McDonalds, after my lecture from school, we were&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;chatting and laughing at some stupid stories that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;one of my friends told...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Just then, a group of girls come and took their&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;seats, there was this girl, quite outstanding for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;that striking red top she was wearing and she&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;had this sweet smile...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Then, while they were at the counter, ordering&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;their food, i noticed something, they all had a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;disability, they could not talk... But, this was not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;considered a disability to me, i walked up to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;them, and ask for her number, well, she was&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;suprised&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;But, she eventually gave me her address and her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;name is Elaine, she does not have a phone at&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;home and there was no possibility to talk to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;her...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;After a few days, i sent her a letter, asking her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;out on a date the following Saturday. Whether she&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;agreed to the date or was it rejected, i could not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;tell for i do not know!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;We were supposed to meet at the Lido cinema to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;catch a movie, i waited for around 5mins then,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;she appeared. She was wearing that same smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;that caught me..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;In the cinema, we saw he show "Ice Age." In&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;order to communicate, i needed to get a pen and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;paper...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I asked her about how she felt about me.. she&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;told me she was very happy, but at the same&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;time, she was worried as she could not define&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;whether my love was out of sympathy or was it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;from my heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;From that moment, i have been asking myself the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;question, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;untill&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; a month later after my exams, i&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;finally made up my mind, i was really in love with&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;her, not for her disability that i sympathize, not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;for that she is pretty, but for the fact that i love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;her... i went to her home, which made her quite&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;suprised&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;, i pulled her out of her home and ran to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;the park in font of her block of flats, i looked at&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;her and wrote to her how i felt, she looked at my&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;with those big black eyes, those that could take&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;your soul away if you were you stare at it for a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;long time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;She took the pen and wrote this sentence,"I love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;you too, but now that i am assured that you love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;me for wat i am and not out of sympathy, i feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;that i will not regret the decision.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Now, we have been together for two years and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;althoguh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; we have not planned to get married, i&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;have never once quarrel with her, not even on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;paper and i never will...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/caught-by-her-smile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-936930506784602466</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 06:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T22:41:55.709-08:00</atom:updated><title>True love story-2</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;i&gt;A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;was the apple of their eyes. When the boy was&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;around two years old, one morning the husband&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for work&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and keep it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;kitchen, totally forgot the matter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;bottle and, fascinated with its color, drank it all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;adults in small dosages. When the child&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;collapsed, the mother hurried him to the hospital,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;where he died. The mother was stunned. She was&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;terrified how to face her husband.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;When the distraught father came to the hospital&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;uttered just four words.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;What do you think were the four words?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The husband just said "I Love You Darling"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The husband's totally unexpected reaction is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;never be brought back to life. There is no point in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;have taken time to keep the bottle away, this will&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;not have happened. No&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;point in attaching blame. She had also lost her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;only child. What she needed at that moment was&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;consolation and sympathy from the husband.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;That is what he gave her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Sometimes we spend time asking who is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;responsible or who to blame, whether in a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;relationship, in a job or with the people we know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;We miss out some warmth in human relationship&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;in giving each other support. After all, shouldn't&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;forgiving someone we love be the easiest thing in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;the world to do? Treasure what you have. Don't&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;multiply pain, anguish and suffering by holding on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;to forgiveness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;If everyone can look at life with this kind of&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;perspective, there would be much fewer problems&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;in the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Take off all your envies, jealousies, unwillingness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;to forgive, selfishness, and fears and you will find&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;things are actually not as difficult as you think.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/true-love-story-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-4369946428186160155</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 06:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T22:39:33.027-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Salty Coffee</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;He met her at a party. She was so outstanding,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;many guys chasing after her, while he was so&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;normal, nobody paid attention to him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;At the end of the party, he invited her to have&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;coffee with him, she was surprised but due to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;she felt uncomfortable, and she thought to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;herself, "Please, let me go home..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Suddenly he asked the waiter, "Would you please&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and drank it. She asked him curiously, "Why you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;have this hobby?" He replied, "When I was a little&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;miss my parents who are still living there." While&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;of his heart. A man who can tell out his&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;homesickness, he must be a man who loves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;home, cares about home, has responsibility of&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;home... Then she also started to speak, spoke&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;family.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;beginning of their story. They continued to date.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;She found that actually he was a man who meets&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;salty coffee! Then the story was just like every&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;beautiful love story, the princess married to the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;prince, and then they were living the happy life...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;And, every time she made coffee for him, she put&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;way he liked it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;which said, "My dearest, please forgive me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;forgive my whole life's lie. This was the only lie I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;time we dated? I was so nervous at that time,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;never thought that could be the start of our&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;communication! I tried to tell you the truth many&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;as I have promised not to lie to you for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;anything... Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;tell you the truth, I don't like the salty coffee,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;what a strange bad taste... But I have had the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;you with me is my biggest happiness for my&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;whole life. If I can live for the second time, still&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;want to know you and have you for my whole life,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;even though I have to drink the salty coffee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;again."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;someone asked her, "What's the taste of salty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;coffee?" She replied, "It's sweet."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Pass this to everyone because love is not to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;forget but to forgive, not to see but understand,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;not to hear but to listen, not to let go but HOLD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;ON!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/the-salty-coffee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-8477430033036353004</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 06:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T22:37:00.160-08:00</atom:updated><title>A Silent Love</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;From the very beginning, the girl's family objected&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;got to do with family background &amp;amp; that the girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;were to be with him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;she always ask him: "How deep is your love for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;me?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;As the guy is not good with his words, this often&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;causes the girl to be very upset. With that &amp;amp; the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;family's pressure, the girl often vents her anger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;on him. As for him, he only endures it in silence.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; decided to further his studies in overseas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;very good with words. But all I know is that I love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;to talk them round. Will you marry me?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The girl agreed, &amp;amp; with the guy's determination,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;the family finally gave in &amp;amp; agreed to let them get&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;married. So before he leaves, they got engaged.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The girl went out to the working society, whereas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;the guy was overseas, continuing his studies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;They sent their love through emails &amp;amp; phone calls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;One day, while the girl was on her way to work,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;she was knocked down by a car that lost control.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;When she woke up, she saw her parents beside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;her bed. She realized that she was badly injured.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;her. But she realized that all that could come out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;voice......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The doctor says that the impact on her brain has&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;from her, she broke down.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;During the stay in hospital, besides silence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;cry,.....it's still just silence cry that companied&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;the same. Except for the ringing tone of the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;phone. Which pierced into her heart every time it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. &amp;amp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;letter to him saying that she does not wish to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;wait any longer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;With that, she sent the ring back to him. In&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;return, the guy sent millions &amp;amp; millions of reply,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and countless of phone calls,.. all the girl could&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;do, besides crying, is still crying....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The parents decided to move away, hoping that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;she could eventually forget everything &amp;amp; be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;happy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;With a new environment, the girl learnt sign&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;language &amp;amp; started a new life. Telling herself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;everyday that she must forget the guy. One day,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;her friend came &amp;amp; told her that he's back. She&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;asked her friend not to let him know what&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;happened to her. Since then, there wasn't&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;anymore news of him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;A year has passed &amp;amp; her friend came with an&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;envelope, containing an invitation card for the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;opened the letter, she saw her name in it instead.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;When she was about to ask her friend what's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;going on, she saw the guy standing in front of&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The girl finally smiled.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/a-silent-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-3024910047662896282</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 06:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T22:33:28.764-08:00</atom:updated><title>A way of Love</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;br&gt;
There was once this guy who is very much in love&lt;br&gt;
with his girl. This&lt;br&gt;
romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper-cranes&lt;br&gt;
as a gift to his girl.&lt;br&gt;
Although, at that time he was just a small fry in&lt;br&gt;
his company, his future&lt;br&gt;
doesn't seemed too bright, they were very happy&lt;br&gt;
together. Until one day,&lt;br&gt;
his girl told him she was going to Paris and will&lt;br&gt;
never come back.&lt;br&gt;
She also told him that she couldn't visualize any&lt;br&gt;
future for the both of&lt;br&gt;
them, so let's go their own ways there and&lt;br&gt;
then ...Heartbroken, the guy&lt;br&gt;
agreed. But when he regains his confidence, he&lt;br&gt;
worked hard day and night,&lt;br&gt;
slogging his body and mind just to make&lt;br&gt;
something out of him.&lt;br&gt;
Finally with all these hard work and the help of&lt;br&gt;
friends, this guy had set&lt;br&gt;
up his own company. You never fail until you stop&lt;br&gt;
trying one rainy day,&lt;br&gt;
while this guy was driving; he saw an elderly&lt;br&gt;
couple sharing an umbrella&lt;br&gt;
the rain walking to some destination.&lt;br&gt;
Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched.&lt;br&gt;
It didn't take him&lt;br&gt;
long to realize those were his girl's parents. With&lt;br&gt;
a heart in getting back&lt;br&gt;
at them, he droved slowly beside the couple,&lt;br&gt;
wanting them to&lt;br&gt;
spot him in his luxury sedan.&lt;br&gt;
He wanted them to know that he wasn't the&lt;br&gt;
same anymore; he had his own&lt;br&gt;
company, car, comfort etc. He made it! Before the&lt;br&gt;
guy can realize, the&lt;br&gt;
couple was walking towards a cemetery, and he&lt;br&gt;
got out of his car and&lt;br&gt;
followed.... and he saw his girl, a photograph of&lt;br&gt;
her smiling sweetly as&lt;br&gt;
ever at him from her tombstone... and he saw his&lt;br&gt;
paper cranes beside her.&lt;br&gt;
Find time to realize that there is one person who&lt;br&gt;
means so much to you,&lt;br&gt;
for you might wake up one morning losing that&lt;br&gt;
person who you thought meant&lt;br&gt;
nothing to you Her parents saw him. He asks&lt;br&gt;
them why had this happened.&lt;br&gt;
They explained, she did not leave for France at&lt;br&gt;
all. She was ill with&lt;br&gt;
cancer.&lt;br&gt;
She had believed that he will make it someday,&lt;br&gt;
but she did not want to be&lt;br&gt;
his obstacle ..... therefore she had choose to&lt;br&gt;
leave him ...&lt;br&gt;
Just because someone doesn't love you the way&lt;br&gt;
you want them to, doesn't&lt;br&gt;
mean they don't love you with all they have She&lt;br&gt;
had wanted her parents to&lt;br&gt;
put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the&lt;br&gt;
day comes when fate brings&lt;br&gt;
him to her again he can take some of those back&lt;br&gt;
with him ...&lt;br&gt;
Once you have loved, you will always love. For&lt;br&gt;
what's in your mind may&lt;br&gt;
escape but what's in your heart will remain&lt;br&gt;
forever&lt;br&gt;
The guy just wept ..... The worst way to miss&lt;br&gt;
someone is to be sitting&lt;br&gt;
right&lt;br&gt;
beside them knowing you can't have them&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/a-way-of-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-8359427236789070538</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 06:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T22:22:37.640-08:00</atom:updated><title>your&amp;#39;s pickpocketer, &amp;quot;</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;i&gt; got off the bus, i was shocked that my purse was&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;stolen!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;there was nothing in my purse to worry, just 150 rs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and one envelope with a letter which i wrote for my&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;mother to say that "i lost my job....., i won't be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;able to send money this month....."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;the letter was in my pocket since one week, coz i&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;was not willing to send it to her that she would&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;feel bad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;anyway that 150 was not a big amount.... but who&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;has no job in this expensive city...... and who has&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;to look his family.... for him....., its like 1500&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;rs......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;After some days, i got a letter from my mother, i&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;was afraid that she wrote for money.....!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;but i was shocked to read the letter, - "thank you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;son! i got the your money 500rs. that you send to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;i kept thinking who would have send that money&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;to her....!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;some days passed, i again got another letter from&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;my mother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"dear son, i got a letter , it has very small and bad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;hand writing , but i broke my glass, i can't read it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;properly so &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;im&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; sending it to you"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;i opened the letter , it said -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;" i send 500 rs to your mother.... adding 400 rs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;with your 100 rs.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;after all mother is mother, why should she stay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;hungry!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;anyway, as soon as possible look for a job and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;look after your mother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;your's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;pickpocketer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;, "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Moral: no matter what the &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;proffession&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; is! good or&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;bad! the feeling for a mother is always same for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;everyone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/your-pickpocketer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-305185510492496601</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 06:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T22:19:37.955-08:00</atom:updated><title>LIFE MIGHT NOT GIVE YOU A SECOND CHANCE.
SO NEVER WASTE A MOMENT WHEN YOU CAN
STILL MAKE UP FOR YOUR WRONGS!!!</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;It was their anniversary, and&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;shreya&lt;/i&gt; was waiting for&lt;br&gt;
her husband &lt;i&gt;saaransh&lt;/i&gt; to show up.&lt;br&gt;
Things had changed since their marriage, the once&lt;br&gt;
cute couple couldn't-live-without-each-other had&lt;br&gt;
turned bitter.&lt;br&gt;
Fighting over every little things, both didn't like the&lt;br&gt;
way things had changed.&lt;br&gt;
Aisha was waiting to see if Rajiv remembered it&lt;br&gt;
was their anniversary!&lt;br&gt;
Just as the door bell rang she ran to find her&lt;br&gt;
husband wet and smiling with a bunch of flowers in&lt;br&gt;
his hand.&lt;br&gt;
The two started re-living the old days. Making up&lt;br&gt;
for fights, then was d plan for champagne, light&lt;br&gt;
music And it was raining outside! It was perfect.&lt;br&gt;
But the moment paused when the phone in the&lt;br&gt;
bedroom rang.&lt;br&gt;
Aisha went to pick it up and it was a man. "Hello&lt;br&gt;
ma'am I'm calling from the police station. Is this&lt;br&gt;
Mr Rajiv Mehra's number?"&lt;br&gt;
"Yes it is!"&lt;br&gt;
"I'm sorry ma'am; but there was an accident and&lt;br&gt;
a man died.&lt;br&gt;
We got this number from his wallet; we need you&lt;br&gt;
to come and identify his body."&lt;br&gt;
Aisha's heart sank.!!! She was shocked!&lt;br&gt;
But my husband is here with me?"&lt;br&gt;
"Sorry ma'am, but the incident took place at 2 pm,&lt;br&gt;
when he was boarding the train."&lt;br&gt;
Aisha was about to lose her conscience.&lt;br&gt;
How could this happen?!&lt;br&gt;
She had heard about the soul of the person coming&lt;br&gt;
to meet a loved one before it leaves!&lt;br&gt;
She ran into the other room.&lt;br&gt;
He was not there. It was true! had left her for&lt;br&gt;
good!!&lt;br&gt;
Oh God she would have died for another chance to&lt;br&gt;
mend every little fight! She rolled on the floor in&lt;br&gt;
pain. She lost her chance! Forever!&lt;br&gt;
Suddenly there was a noise from the bathroom, the&lt;br&gt;
door opened and Rajiv came out and said "Darling,&lt;br&gt;
I forgot to tell you my wallet got stolen today".&lt;br&gt;
LIFE MIGHT NOT GIVE YOU A SECOND CHANCE.&lt;br&gt;
SO NEVER WASTE A MOMENT WHEN YOU CAN&lt;br&gt;
STILL MAKE UP FOR YOUR WRONGS!!!&lt;br&gt;
Let's start making amends.&lt;br&gt;
To parents&lt;br&gt;
To siblings&lt;br&gt;
To friends&lt;br&gt;
And many more.&lt;br&gt;
No one has a promised tomorrow.&lt;br&gt;
Have a wonderful Life with no regrets!&lt;br&gt;
This has to be one of the best messages!!&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/life-might-not-give-you-second-chance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-746659444995555665</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 06:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T22:15:23.967-08:00</atom:updated><title>A girl wanted a ring.</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;i&gt;A girl wanted a ring.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;But the boy gave a teddy bear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Instead.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;In anger the girl threw the bear on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The road.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The boy want 2 take it back but&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Was hit by a coming car and died.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;At his funeral,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The girl hugged the bear and the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Machine in it spoke:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"Will you marry me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Guess what she found a ring inside it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/a-girl-wanted-ring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-5849902552468329320</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 06:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T22:13:05.961-08:00</atom:updated><title>A blind girl who hated herself just
because she was blind</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;i&gt;There was a blind girl who hated herself just&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;because she was blind. She hated everyone, except&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;She said that if she could only see the world, she&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;would marry her boyfriend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and then she could see everything, including her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;boyfriend. Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;can see the world, will you marry me?" The girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;blind too, and refused to marry him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;wrote a letter to her saying..... "Just take care of&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;my eyes dear." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'll&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; always love you forever " ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/a-blind-girl-who-hated-herself-just.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-2889246057088925907</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 06:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T22:05:52.649-08:00</atom:updated><title>Poor child!!!</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;stores to buy the remaining gifts I didn't manage&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;to buy earlier.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;When I saw all the people there, I started to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;complain to myself. It is going to take forever here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and I still have so many other places to go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Christmas is really getting more and more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;annoying every year. How I wish I could just lie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;down, go to sleep and only wake up after it...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Nonetheless, I made my way to the toys section.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Once I was there, I started to curse at the prices&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;as I wonder if all kids really play with such&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;expensive toys.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;While looking in the toys section, I noticed a small&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;boy of about five years old, pressing a doll against&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and looked very sad. I wondered who he wanted to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;give the doll to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The little boy turned to the old woman next to him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and said, &amp;#8220;Granny, are you sure I don't have&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;enough money?&amp;#8221;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The old lady replied, &amp;#8220;You know that you don't&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.&amp;#8221;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Following that, she asked him to stay put for five&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;minutes while she went to look around. She left&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;quickly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The little boy was still holding the doll in his&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;hands. Finally, I walked towards him and asked&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;him who he wanted to give the doll to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;#8220;It is the doll that my sister loved most and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.&amp;#8221;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I told him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;her after all and not to worry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;However, he replied sadly, &amp;#8220;No, Santa Claus cannot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;bring it to where she is now. I have to give the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;doll to my mother so that she can give it to her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;when she goes there.&amp;#8221;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;His eyes looked so sad while saying this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;#8220;My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;that Mommy will also join God very soon so I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;thought that she can bring the doll with her to give&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;it to my sister.&amp;#8221;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;My heart nearly stopped.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The little boy looked up at me and said, &amp;#8220;I told&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Daddy to tell Mommy not to go yet. I asked him to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;wait until I come back from the store.&amp;#8221;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/poor-child.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-5239089293307539279</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 06:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T22:02:39.300-08:00</atom:updated><title>A
life time Love Story .
&amp;quot;A touching love story that &amp;#39;ll make u cry&amp;quot;</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;10th Grade:-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;As I sat there in English class,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I stared at the girl next to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;She was my so called 'best friend'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I stared at her long, silky hair,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and wished she was mine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;But she didn't notice me like that,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and I knew it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;After class,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;she walked up to me and asked me for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;the notes she had missed the day before.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I handed them to &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;her.She&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; said 'thanks'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and gave me a kiss on the cheek.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I want to tell her, I want her to know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;that I don't want to be just friends,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and I don't know why.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;11th grade:-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The phone rang. On the other end,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;it was her. She was in tears,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;mumbling on and on about how&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;her love had broke her heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;She asked me to come over&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;because she didn't want to be alone, So I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;did.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;soft eyes, wishing she was mine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and three bags of chips,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;she decided to go home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;She looked at me, said 'thanks'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and gave me a kiss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;on the cheek..I want to tell her,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I want her to know that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I don't want to be just friends,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and I don't know why.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Senior year:-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;One fine day she walked to my locker.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"My date is sick" she said,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;hes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; not gonna go" well,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;we made a promise that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;if neither of us had dates,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;we would go together just as 'best friends'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;So we did.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;That night, after everything was over,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I was standing at her front door step.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I stared at her as She smiled at me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and stared at me with her crystal eyes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and gave me a kiss on the cheek.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I want to tell her,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I want her to know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;that I don't want to be just friends,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and I don't know why.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Graduation:-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;A day passed, then a week, then a month.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Before I could blink, it was graduation day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I watched as her perfect body&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;floated like an angel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;up on stage to get her diploma.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I wanted her to be mine-but&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Before everyone went home,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;she came to me in her smock and hat,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and cried as I hugged her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Then she lifted her head from my shoulder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and said- 'you're my best friend,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I want to tell her,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I want her to know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;that I don't want to be just friends,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and I don't know why.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Marriage:-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Now I sit in the pews of the church.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;That girl is getting married now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and drive off to her new life,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;married to another man.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I wanted her to be mine,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;but she didn't see me like that,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and I knew it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;But before she drove away,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;she came to me and said 'you came !'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;cheek.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I want to tell her,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I want her to know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;that I don't want to be just friends,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and I don't know why.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Death:-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Years passed, I looked down at the coffin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;At the service, they read a diary entry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;she had wrote in her high school years.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;This is what it read:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;'I stare at him wishing he was mine,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;but he doesn't notice me like that,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and I know it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I want to tell him,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I want him to know that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I don't want to be just friends,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I love him but I'm just too shy,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and I don't know why.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I wish he would tell me he loved me !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.........'I wish I did too...'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I thought to my self, and I cried.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;WebRepOverall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; rating&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/a-life-time-love-story-touching-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-4879082602788726699</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 05:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T21:59:58.586-08:00</atom:updated><title>A
Caring Son!!!!</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;An old man lived alone in a village. He wanted to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;spade his potato garden, but it was very hard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;work. His only son, who would have helped him,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;was in prison.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The old man wrote a letter to his son and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;mentioned his situation:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Dear Son,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;won&amp;#8217;t be able to plant my potato garden this year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I hate to miss doing the garden, because your&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;mother always loved planting time. I&amp;#8217;m just getting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;here, all my troubles would be over. I know you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;would dig the plot for me, if you weren&amp;#8217;t in prison.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Dad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Shortly, the old man received this telegram: &amp;#8216;For&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Heaven&amp;#8217;s sake, Dad, don&amp;#8217;t dig up the garden!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;That&amp;#8217;s where I buried the GUNS!!&amp;#8217; At 4 a.m. the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;officers showed up and dug up the entire garden&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;without finding any guns.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Confused, the old man wrote another note to his&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;son telling him what happened, and asked him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;what to do next.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;His son&amp;#8217;s reply was: &amp;#8216;Go ahead and plant your&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;potatoes, Dad.. It&amp;#8217;s the best I could do for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;from here.&amp;#8217;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Moral: NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;WORLD, IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;SOMETHING DEEP FROM YOUR HEART YOU CAN&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;DO IT. IT IS THE THOUGHT THAT MATTERS.. NOT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;WHERE YOU ARE OR WHERE THE PERSON IS&amp;#8230;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/a-caring-son.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-5532424474574206797</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 05:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T21:58:22.276-08:00</atom:updated><title> It
can Happen with anyone at anytime</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
One day God sent 2 Chairs 2 Lovers,&lt;br&gt;
The Specialty of dat Chair was that;&lt;br&gt;
The Person Sitting on It, if says Truth&lt;br&gt;
Then Green Light would Blink&lt;br&gt;
n If Person sitting on It says a Lie;&lt;br&gt;
then Red Light would Blink..!&lt;br&gt;
Girl sat on the Chair;&lt;br&gt;
Boy Asked Her:&lt;br&gt;
"Do U Love Me ??"&lt;br&gt;
Gal:&lt;br&gt;
"Yes.., I Love U.."&lt;br&gt;
(Red Light Blinks)&lt;br&gt;
Boy:&lt;br&gt;
Don't Worry..!&lt;br&gt;
There will b a Mistake done by God..!&lt;br&gt;
I'll ask U again;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;amp; then We will See what Happens..&lt;br&gt;
Boy:&lt;br&gt;
"Do U Love Me ??"&lt;br&gt;
Gal:&lt;br&gt;
"Yess.., I Love U..? !.&lt;br&gt;
(Green Light Blinks)&lt;br&gt;
-Do U know What Happened;&lt;br&gt;
.&lt;br&gt;
.&lt;br&gt;
.&lt;br&gt;
.&lt;br&gt;
.&lt;br&gt;
.&lt;br&gt;
When d frst Time the Boy asked ??&lt;br&gt;
The Gal actually was not in Love with Him;&lt;br&gt;
She Lied...&lt;br&gt;
But When d Boy Showed&lt;br&gt;
His Lovable Trust n Faith on the Gal;&lt;br&gt;
That d Gal Truly Started Loving d Boy..&lt;br&gt;
Thats Love..?&lt;br&gt;
It can Happen with anyone at anytime;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/it-can-happen-with-anyone-at-anytime.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-5840853517425896129</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 05:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T21:55:18.584-08:00</atom:updated><title>Loving the imperfect.</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;They have been married for two years. He loves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;literature and often posts his work on the net, but&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;nobody ever reads them. He is also into&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;photography and he handles their wedding photos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;He loves her very much. Likewise with her. She has&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;a quick temper and always bullies him. He is a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;gentleman and always gives in to her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Today, she's being willful again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Her: "Why can't you be the photographer for my&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;friend's wedding? She promised she'd pay."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Him: "I don't have time that day."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Her: "Humph!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Him: "Huh?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Her: "Don't have time? Write less of those novels,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and you will have all the time you need."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Him: "I... someone will definitely recognize my&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;work some day."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Her: "Humph! I don't care, you'll have to do it for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;her!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Him: "No."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Her: "Just this once?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Him: "No."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Negotiation's broken. So, she gave the final&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;warning: "Give me a Yes within three days, or&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;else..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;First day, she "withheld" the kitchen, bathroom,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;computer, refrigerator, television, hi-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;fi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;... Except the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;double bed, to show her "benevolence".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Of course, she has to sleep on it too. He didn't&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;mind, as he still has some cash in his pockets.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Second day, she conducted a raid and removed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;everything from his pockets and warned, "Seek any&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;external help, and you bear the consequences."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;He's nervous now. That night, on the bed, he begs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;for mercy, hoping that she'll end this state. She&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;doesn't give a damn. No way am I giving in,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;whatever he says. Until he agrees.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Third day, night. On the bed. He's lying on the bed,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;looking to one side. She's lying on the bed, looking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;to the other side.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Him: "We need to talk."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Her: "Unless it's about the wedding, forget it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Him: "It's something very important."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;She remains silent.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Him:"Let's get a divorce."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;She did not believe her ears.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Him: "I got to know a girl."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;She's totally angry, and wanted to hit him. But she&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;held it down, wanting to let him finish. But her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;eyes already felt wet. He took a photo out from his&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;chest. Probably from his undershirt pocket, that's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;the only place she didn't go through yesterday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;How careless.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Him: "She's a nice girl."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Her tears fell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Him: "She has a good personality too."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;She's heartbroken because he puts a photo of&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;some other girl close to his heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Him: "She says that she'll support me fully in my&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;pursue for literature after we got married."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;She's very jealous because she said the same&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;thing in the past.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Him: "She loves me truly."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;She wishes to sit up and scream at him "Don't I?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Him: "So, I think she won't force me to do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;something that I don't want to do."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;She's thinking, but the rage won't subside.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Him: "Want to take a look at the photo I took for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;her?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Her: "...!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;He brings the photo before her eyes. She's in a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;total rage, hits his hand away and leaves a burning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;slap on his face.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;He sighs. She cries.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;He puts the photo back to his pocket. She pulls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;her hand back under the blanket.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;He turns off the light, and sleeps. She turns on the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;light, and sits up. He's asleep. She lost sleep. She&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;regrets treating him the way she treated him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;She cried again, and thought about a lot of things.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;She wants to wake him up. She wants to have a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;intimate talk with him. She doesn't want to push&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;him anymore. She stares at his chest. She wants&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;to see how the girl looks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;She slips the photo out. She wanted to cry and she&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;wanted to laugh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;It's a nicely taken photo. A photo he took for her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;She bends down, and kissed him on his cheek.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;He smiled. He was just pretending to be asleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"You learn to love, not by finding a perfect person,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;but by learning to see an imperfect person&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;perfectly."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/loving-imperfect.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-6322666941754506741</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 05:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T21:51:22.777-08:00</atom:updated><title>Cute love story!!</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Two butterflies were in love.........&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;One day, they decided to play Hide n Seek.......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;During the play.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Boy Butterfly - "A small game within us"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Girl Butterfly - "OK"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Boy Butterfly - "The one who sits in this flower&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;tomorrow early in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;the morning.....that one loves the other one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;more....."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Girl Butterfly - "OK"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Next morning, the boy butterfly waits for the flower&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;to open so that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;he can sit before the girl butterfly does......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Finally, the flower opened.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;What did he see.....?????........&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The girl butterfly had died inside the flower.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;She stayed there all night......so that early in the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;morning......as&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;soon as she sees him.......she can fly to him and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;tell him how much she&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;loved him........&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;This is true LOVE....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Life is LOVE.......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;LIVING MIGHT MEAN TAKING CHANCES, BUT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;THEY ARE WORTH TAKING......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;LOVING MIGHT BE A MISTAKE, BUT ITS WORTH&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;MAKING........&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/cute-love-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-3404543108064601616</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 05:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T21:37:25.644-08:00</atom:updated><title>Love never dies</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;i&gt;A girl and guy were speeding over&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;100 mph on a motorcycle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Girl: Slow down. I'm scared.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Guy: No this is fun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Girl: No its not. Please, it's too scary!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Guy: Then tell me you love me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down! Guy:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Now give me a big hug. (Girl hugs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;him)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Guy: Can you take my helmet off and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;put it on? It's bugging me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;In the paper the next day: A&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;motorcycle had crashed into a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;building because of brake failure. Two&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;people were on the motorcycle, but&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;only one survived. The truth was that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;halfway down the road, the guy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;realized that his brakes broke, but he&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;didn't want to let the girl know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Instead, he had her say she loved him,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;felt her hug one last time, then had&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;her wear his helmet so she would live&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;even though it meant he would die.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/love-never-dies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-2452401009795838256</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 05:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T21:34:18.993-08:00</atom:updated><title>Without your
love, I would die.&amp;quot;</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;i&gt;One night a guy and a girl were&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;driving home from the movies. The&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;boy sensed there was something&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;wrong because of the painful silence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;they shared between them that night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The girl then asked the boy to pull&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;over because she wanted to talk. She&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;told him that her feelings had changed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and that it was time to move on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;A silent tear slid down his cheek as he&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;slowly reached into his pocket &amp;amp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;passed her a folded note.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;At that moment, a drunk driver was&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;speeding down that very same street.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;He swerved right into the drivers seat,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;killing the boy. Miraculously, the girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;survived. Remembering the note, she&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;pulled it out &amp;amp; read it. "Without your&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;love, I would die."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/without-your-love-i-would-die.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-1025555202351541572</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 05:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T21:31:26.605-08:00</atom:updated><title>if you walked away, I
would die.&amp;quot;</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;A girl asked a boy if she was pretty,&lt;br&gt;
he said "No". She asked him if he&lt;br&gt;
wanted to be with her forever, he said&lt;br&gt;
"No". Then she asked him if he would&lt;br&gt;
cry if she walked away, he said "No".&lt;br&gt;
She had heard enough; she needed to&lt;br&gt;
leave.&lt;br&gt;
As she walked away he grabbed her&lt;br&gt;
arm and told her to stay. He said&lt;br&gt;
"You're not pretty, you're beautiful. I&lt;br&gt;
don`t want to be with you forever, I&lt;br&gt;
need to be with you forever. And I&lt;br&gt;
wouldn't cry if you walked away, I&lt;br&gt;
would die."&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/if-you-walked-away-i-would-die.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-829257375364850671</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 05:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T21:21:09.983-08:00</atom:updated><title>Happily married couples look back on how
their relationships began.</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Abigail: I never met men through my job (I&amp;#8217;m&lt;br&gt;
a real estate investor). So instead I had the&lt;br&gt;
bad habit of reigniting old relationships, seeing&lt;br&gt;
if I could make them work the second time&lt;br&gt;
around. In May 2010, my three sisters, with&lt;br&gt;
whom I&amp;#8217;m very close, and my brother-in-law&lt;br&gt;
Chris urged me to try someone new. When I&lt;br&gt;
demurred, they insisted on buying me a date at&lt;br&gt;
a local bachelor auction for charity. At first, I&lt;br&gt;
protested, but eventually I gave in. And once I&lt;br&gt;
looked through the online profiles of the men&lt;br&gt;
up for grabs, I admitted that a civil engineer&lt;br&gt;
named Dwayne looked pretty dreamy. Plus, his&lt;br&gt;
bio mentioned that he coached Little League&lt;br&gt;
baseball. I love kids.&lt;br&gt;
Dwayne: I had never participated in a date&lt;br&gt;
auction before. I only agreed because it was&lt;br&gt;
for a good cause&amp;#8212;the proceeds were going to&lt;br&gt;
breast cancer research.&lt;br&gt;
Abigail: The auction was held at a live-music&lt;br&gt;
venue in downtown Austin. When Dwayne&lt;br&gt;
came onstage, five other women raised their&lt;br&gt;
paddles and started bidding on him, too. My&lt;br&gt;
eldest sister, Amanda, 34, can be a little&lt;br&gt;
competitive. (Plus, she had had a few drinks.)&lt;br&gt;
She was determined to win Dwayne for me at&lt;br&gt;
all costs. And she did&amp;#8212;for $600.&lt;br&gt;
Dwayne: The lights were so bright onstage, I&lt;br&gt;
couldn&amp;#8217;t see who was bidding. After it was&lt;br&gt;
over, the organizers had me walk through the&lt;br&gt;
audience and hand Abby a rose. I thought,&lt;br&gt;
What is this beautiful girl doing buying a date?&lt;br&gt;
Abigail: I explained that my sisters had forced&lt;br&gt;
me into this and that he didn&amp;#8217;t really have to&lt;br&gt;
take me out, but Dwayne insisted.&lt;br&gt;
Dwayne: Five days later, we ate dinner at a&lt;br&gt;
Mexican restaurant. We got the world&amp;#8217;s fastest&lt;br&gt;
waiter, who had us in and out in 45 minutes&amp;#8212;&lt;br&gt;
it was disappointing. Plus, Abby was very shy&lt;br&gt;
and reserved. I thought she was sweet, but in&lt;br&gt;
all honesty I didn&amp;#8217;t see a second date in our&lt;br&gt;
future. Afterward we stopped by a gourmet-&lt;br&gt;
cupcake trailer and bumped into a few of&lt;br&gt;
Abby&amp;#8217;s friends. She loosened up, and that&amp;#8217;s&lt;br&gt;
when I saw the girl I would fall in love with.&lt;br&gt;
Abigail: I liked that Dwayne was so laid-back.&lt;br&gt;
One of our earliest dates was at a baseball&lt;br&gt;
field. We just played catch.&lt;br&gt;
Dwayne: A couple of months later, we went to&lt;br&gt;
the house of one of Abby&amp;#8217;s sisters. When I saw&lt;br&gt;
how Abby&amp;#8217;s nephew and niece, who were then&lt;br&gt;
four and two years old, gravitated to her, I&lt;br&gt;
thought: This might be the one.&lt;br&gt;
Abigail: That&amp;#8217;s the same time I knew I could&lt;br&gt;
marry Dwayne. He was genuinely interested&lt;br&gt;
and cared about what these little kids had to&lt;br&gt;
say to him. That kindness meant so much to&lt;br&gt;
me. Plus, I want children of my own one day.&lt;br&gt;
Dwayne: I had an elaborate plan about how I&lt;br&gt;
was going to propose to Abby, but I couldn&amp;#8217;t&lt;br&gt;
wait. I ended up blurting it out one night after&lt;br&gt;
dinner. We married last April, 11 months after&lt;br&gt;
we met.&lt;br&gt;
Abigail: I love that helping out with a good&lt;br&gt;
cause brought Dwayne and me together. We&lt;br&gt;
continue to contribute to organizations that we&lt;br&gt;
believe in, like Easter Seals and the March of&lt;br&gt;
Dimes. I have to admit, supporting charities&lt;br&gt;
has really paid off for us.&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/happily-married-couples-look-back-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-6733554782441943510</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 05:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T21:19:57.537-08:00</atom:updated><title>THE GIRL HE NEVER NOTICED</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;br&gt;
The girl who wore a black wig, black-&lt;br&gt;
rimmed big eyeglasses, braces and old-&lt;br&gt;
fashioned clothes. Everyone thought that&lt;br&gt;
she was a weirdo, a nerd or a girl&lt;br&gt;
resurrected from the past. She was used&lt;br&gt;
to be the laughing stock of everyone.&lt;br&gt;
But who was really Jade Collins? Why&lt;br&gt;
did she hide her real outer beauty? What&lt;br&gt;
happened when her boss, the great Eros&lt;br&gt;
Petrakis, finally noticed her? Could she&lt;br&gt;
tame the beast inside him?&lt;br&gt;
Meet Eros.&lt;br&gt;
The man who had everything in life.&lt;br&gt;
Devilishly handsome, very powerful,&lt;br&gt;
brilliant, extremely rich, and had a body&lt;br&gt;
that women loved to worship. But,&lt;br&gt;
despite all that positive attributes, he&lt;br&gt;
was also very ruthless, tyrant, cold and&lt;br&gt;
heartless. He was his colleagues&amp;#8217; and&lt;br&gt;
enemies&amp;#8217; worst nightmare. They thought&lt;br&gt;
his name was another four-letter word of&lt;br&gt;
EVIL. He never smiled; never said&lt;br&gt;
&amp;#8216;please&amp;#8217; and never apologized for his&lt;br&gt;
mistakes. His employees feared him&lt;br&gt;
most. He fired them in just a snap of his&lt;br&gt;
fingers.&lt;br&gt;
What made him finally noticed Jade?&lt;br&gt;
How would he react when he sees the&lt;br&gt;
woman behind the big black wig and&lt;br&gt;
dark-rimmed eyeglasses?&lt;br&gt;
Enjoy reading the story of Eros and Jade&lt;br&gt;
in &amp;#8216;THE GIRL HE NEVER NOTICED.&amp;#8217; Join&lt;br&gt;
them in their journey in facing their&lt;br&gt;
trials in life, overcoming the shadows of&lt;br&gt;
their pasts, and finally finding love and&lt;br&gt;
happiness.&lt;br&gt;
 Be inspired in their story. Laugh, Cry,&lt;br&gt;
Giggle and Feel in Love with them.&lt;br&gt;
Here's a quote that captivated my&lt;br&gt;
attention from Pinterest, I just want to&lt;br&gt;
share this to you all:&lt;br&gt;
"I always find beauty in things that are&lt;br&gt;
odd and imperfect - they are much more&lt;br&gt;
interesting." --- Marc Jacobs&lt;br&gt;
Well, I'm not saying that Jade is odd or&lt;br&gt;
imperfect, she's not. But I would love a&lt;br&gt;
man who will love a girl not because of&lt;br&gt;
her outer beauty, but because of her&lt;br&gt;
heart -- her inner beauty.&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/the-girl-he-never-noticed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-1288226821149930264</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 05:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T21:11:40.894-08:00</atom:updated><title>The secret of happiness</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;br&gt;
A certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn&lt;br&gt;
about the secret of happiness from the&lt;br&gt;
wisest man in the world. The lad wandered&lt;br&gt;
through the desert for 40 days, and finally&lt;br&gt;
came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a&lt;br&gt;
mountain. It was there that the wise man&lt;br&gt;
lived.&lt;br&gt;
Rather than finding a saintly man, though,&lt;br&gt;
our hero, on entering the main room of the&lt;br&gt;
castle, saw a hive of activity: tradesmen&lt;br&gt;
came and went, people were conversing in&lt;br&gt;
the corners, a small orchestra was playing&lt;br&gt;
soft music, and there was a table covered&lt;br&gt;
with platters of the most delicious food in&lt;br&gt;
that part of the world. The wise man&lt;br&gt;
conversed with everyone, and the boy had to&lt;br&gt;
wait for two hours before it was his turn to&lt;br&gt;
be given the man&amp;#8217;s attention.&lt;br&gt;
The wise man listened attentively to the&lt;br&gt;
boy&amp;#8217;s explanation of why he had come, but&lt;br&gt;
told him that he didn&amp;#8217;t have time just then&lt;br&gt;
to explain the secret of happiness. He&lt;br&gt;
suggested that the boy look around the&lt;br&gt;
palace and return in two hours.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;#8220;Meanwhile, I want to ask you to do&lt;br&gt;
something&amp;#8221;, said the wise man, handing the&lt;br&gt;
boy a teaspoon that held two drops of oil.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;#8220;As you wander around, carry this spoon&lt;br&gt;
with you without allowing the oil to spill&amp;#8221;.&lt;br&gt;
The boy began climbing and descending the&lt;br&gt;
many stairways of the palace, keeping his&lt;br&gt;
eyes fixed on the spoon. After two hours, he&lt;br&gt;
returned to the room where the wise man&lt;br&gt;
was.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;#8220;Well&amp;#8221;, asked the wise man, &amp;#8220;Did you see the&lt;br&gt;
Persian tapestries that are hanging in my&lt;br&gt;
dining hall? Did you see the garden that it&lt;br&gt;
took the master gardener ten years to&lt;br&gt;
create? Did you notice the beautiful&lt;br&gt;
parchments in my library?&amp;#8221;&lt;br&gt;
The boy was embarrassed, and confessed&lt;br&gt;
that he had observed nothing. His only&lt;br&gt;
concern had been not to spill the oil that&lt;br&gt;
the wise man had entrusted to him.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;#8220;Then go back and observe the marvels of&lt;br&gt;
my world&amp;#8221;, said the wise man. &amp;#8220;You cannot&lt;br&gt;
trust a man if you don&amp;#8217;t know his house&amp;#8221;.&lt;br&gt;
Relieved, the boy picked up the spoon and&lt;br&gt;
returned to his exploration of the palace,&lt;br&gt;
this time observing all of the works of art on&lt;br&gt;
the ceilings and the walls. He saw the&lt;br&gt;
gardens, the mountains all around him, the&lt;br&gt;
beauty of the flowers, and the taste with&lt;br&gt;
which everything had been selected. Upon&lt;br&gt;
returning to the wise man, he related in&lt;br&gt;
detail everything he had seen.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;#8220;But where are the drops of oil I entrusted&lt;br&gt;
to you?&amp;#8221; asked the wise man. Looking down&lt;br&gt;
at the spoon he held, the boy saw that the&lt;br&gt;
oil was gone.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;#8220;Well, there is only one piece of advice I can&lt;br&gt;
give you&amp;#8221;, said the wisest of wise men. &amp;#8220;The&lt;br&gt;
secret of happiness is to see all the marvels&lt;br&gt;
of the world and never to forget the drops of&lt;br&gt;
oil on the spoon&amp;#8221;.&lt;br&gt;
Author: Paul Coelho in &amp;#8220;The Alchemist&amp;#8221;&lt;br&gt;
Please do not forget to share with you loved&lt;br&gt;
ones&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/the-secret-of-happiness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-2268991806815680825</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 05:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T21:07:47.199-08:00</atom:updated><title>An Inspirational story</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;br&gt;
A Child once gives a handmade card to his&lt;br&gt;
parents&amp;#8230;.&lt;br&gt;
On it is his small hand print and inside his&lt;br&gt;
photograph and these words&amp;#8230; &amp;#8220;Sometimes&lt;br&gt;
you get discouraged because I am so small&lt;br&gt;
&amp;#8211; when I leave my fingerprints on furniture&lt;br&gt;
and walls &amp;#8211;&lt;br&gt;
But I am growing everyday &amp;#8211; And someday&lt;br&gt;
these tiny fingerprints will surely fade&lt;br&gt;
away&amp;#8230;. So here is a final hand print, just so&lt;br&gt;
you can recall &amp;#8211; Exactly how my fingerprints&lt;br&gt;
looked when I was very small&amp;#8221;&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;&lt;br&gt;
Moral&lt;br&gt;
Don&amp;#8217;t wait to spend time with kids &amp;#8220;when&lt;br&gt;
things slow down&amp;#8221; or &amp;#8220;when u get that big&lt;br&gt;
promotion&amp;#8221; or &amp;#8221; next year when you get&lt;br&gt;
more time&amp;#8221; &amp;#8230;&lt;br&gt;
If you don&amp;#8217;t act on life , Life has a habit of&lt;br&gt;
acting on you&amp;#8230;.&lt;br&gt;
The greatest gift you can gift to a child is&lt;br&gt;
the gift of your time&amp;#8230;&lt;br&gt;
Reach out , Share, Inspire, Touch Hearts of&lt;br&gt;
your friends and family.&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/an-inspirational-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-4904117875469548312</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 05:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T21:02:09.095-08:00</atom:updated><title>Value relationships in time – before you
realize and the time is too late</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;br&gt;
It was their anniversary, and Aisha was&lt;br&gt;
waiting for her husband Rajiv to show up.&lt;br&gt;
Things had changed since their marriage,&lt;br&gt;
the once cute couple couldn&amp;#8217;t-live-without-&lt;br&gt;
each-other had turned bitter.&lt;br&gt;
Fighting over every little things, both didn&amp;#8217;t&lt;br&gt;
like the way things had changed. Aisha was&lt;br&gt;
waiting to see if Rajiv remembered it was&lt;br&gt;
their anniversary!&lt;br&gt;
Just as the door bell rang she ran to find&lt;br&gt;
her husband wet and smiling with a bunch&lt;br&gt;
of flowers in his hand. The two started re-&lt;br&gt;
living the old days. Making up for fights,&lt;br&gt;
then was d plan for champagne, light music&lt;br&gt;
And it was raining outside! It was perfect.&lt;br&gt;
But the moment paused when the phone in&lt;br&gt;
the bedroom rang.&lt;br&gt;
Aisha went to pick it up and it was a man.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;#8220;Hello ma&amp;#8217;am I&amp;#8217;m calling from the police&lt;br&gt;
station. Is this Mr Rajiv Mehra&amp;#8217;s number?&amp;#8221;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;#8220;Yes it is!&amp;#8221;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m sorry ma&amp;#8217;am; but there was an&lt;br&gt;
accident and a man died. We got this&lt;br&gt;
number from his wallet; we need you to&lt;br&gt;
come and identify his body.&amp;#8221;&lt;br&gt;
Aisha&amp;#8217;s heart sank.!!! She was shocked! But&lt;br&gt;
my husband is here with me?&amp;#8221;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;#8220;Sorry ma&amp;#8217;am, but the incident took place at&lt;br&gt;
2 pm, when he was boarding the train.&amp;#8221;&lt;br&gt;
Aisha was about to lose her conscience.&lt;br&gt;
How could this happen?!&lt;br&gt;
She had heard about the soul of the person&lt;br&gt;
coming to meet a loved one before it leaves!&lt;br&gt;
She ran into the other room. He was not&lt;br&gt;
there. It was true! had left her for good!!&lt;br&gt;
Oh God she would have died for another&lt;br&gt;
chance to mend every little fight! She rolled&lt;br&gt;
on the floor in pain. She lost her chance!&lt;br&gt;
Forever!&lt;br&gt;
Suddenly there was a noise from the&lt;br&gt;
bathroom, the door opened and Rajiv came&lt;br&gt;
out and said &amp;#8220;Darling, I forgot to tell you my&lt;br&gt;
wallet got stolen today&amp;#8221;.&lt;br&gt;
LIFE MIGHT NOT GIVE YOU A SECOND&lt;br&gt;
CHANCE. SO NEVER WASTE A MOMENT&lt;br&gt;
WHEN YOU CAN STILL MAKE UP FOR YOUR&lt;br&gt;
WRONGS!!!&lt;br&gt;
Let&amp;#8217;s start making amends.&lt;br&gt;
To parents&lt;br&gt;
To siblings&lt;br&gt;
To friends&lt;br&gt;
And many more.&lt;br&gt;
No one has a promised tomorrow. Have a&lt;br&gt;
wonderful Life with no regrets!&lt;br&gt;
Please do not forget to share with you loved&lt;br&gt;
ones&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/value-relationships-in-time-before-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-5625368604176461853</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T21:00:19.809-08:00</atom:updated><title>&amp;quot;GREAT ATTITUDE&amp;quot;</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Once a bird asked a Bee, after a continuous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;hard-work, you prepare the honey.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;But a man steals the honey. Do you not feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;sad?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Then the Bee replied: Never&amp;#8230; Because a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;man can only steal my honey not the art of&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;making honey..!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mynovelpedia.blogspot.com/2014/11/attitude.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (saaransh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404357899556894753.post-4116043811050563917</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 04:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-05T20:58:37.772-08:00</atom:updated><title>&amp;quot;A heart-bleeding story&amp;quot;</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;A 9 Year Boy went to an&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;ICE CREAM shop .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Waiter :- What do you want?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Boy :- How much a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;CONE ICE CREAM costs ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Waiter :- Rs. 15/-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Then the BOY checked his pocket&amp;amp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;asked cost of small cone ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Irritated Waiter angrily said :- Rs.12/-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Boy ordered a small cone, had it, paid bill &amp;amp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;left.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;When the waiter came to pick the EMPTY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;PLATE tears rolled down from his eyes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The boy had left Rs.3 as Tip for him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;#8220;MAKE EVERYONE HAPPY WITH&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;SOMETHING YOU HAVE&amp;#8221;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;That&amp;#8217;s Life..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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