<?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-6783998910893004963</id><updated>2024-10-08T19:10:01.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karishma</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karishmathinks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783998910893004963/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karishmathinks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783998910893004963/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Karishma Ankleshwaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040060852118293829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxOCPM3iboNzSh6m7XRAGBZsvwM-3gy0Udv_XzHR-wVIFbie3MoNGGas_b1MHjCGfxLqm1PWGNsl0QRG3qSLT6nKkkJ6FuCuqp_TWbBrKeepc32Bo3Nqk6KC9uzeqoZc/s113/*'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783998910893004963.post-4610891438135964763</id><published>2016-07-06T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-07-06T00:06:06.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AN INSIGHT </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt; wish I had a stronger back bone back home !!! I wish I belonged to those upper class of families , but I did not , I hail from a very simple family , and when I say that , I mean in all aspects, financially, socially , and technically geographically as well !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;fgag6-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When I say I come from a city called &quot; Ankleshwar&quot; most of you either don&#39;t know about it or most of them are busy wondering why I share my last name with the city , but it is what it , lol !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;4cpkl-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Now let me take a moment to give my fellow readers an insight !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;f1m41-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Because I know that a lot of you share a similar life story as mine ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;adoff-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s from my heart to yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;7l0qp-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It makes me strong and gives me a sense of pride that it is because that I did not have a stable and supportive platform to start with is what has made me work harder everyday and pushed me to make it on my own .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;3p712-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Yes sometimes I envy my friends, who had a better life than mine , cuz it gave them flexibility to focus completely on their own goals and not worry about just being able to keep up with basic necessities of life ,  but I am happy as well for them cuz you were lucky enough to have that opportunity, please appreciate it, be thankful to your families for they have worked hard their entire lives to give you that golden spoon !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;7uah7-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;A lot of us don&#39;t enjoy that luxury  , for me , I had to focus on a lot of other things apart from my goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;e69gm-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My father, a very honest man, hard working, full of self respect , honour and dignity , gave all of his life&#39;s treasure and experience to me, he did everything he could in his reach and beyond that to help me get started !! It&#39;s a different story that his reach was limited , but he did everything he could, if I were to brief his contribution I would say &quot; He gave me his life&quot;,  and and today when I look back , I realize that I have come a long way since he helped me get started and and I still have miles to go and I will !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;cq6oo-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I was not born with a golden spoon and looks like it will take me quite sometime to reach their , but I&#39;ll get there someday and I know, it&#39;s work in progress ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;8f19s-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t shy away from the fact that I don&#39;t belong to any affluent family , and I believe that&#39;s what has taught me, to never look down on any one , it has taught me to be honest and go all the way in to achieve what you want in life , to begin with, coming to Canada was a far fetched dream , no one in my family has even taken a flight before , and that might be surprising to a lot of people reading this , I was the first one to fly, I was the first free bird with wings in my family ,and that&#39;s because of their sacrifice that I could fly !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;92snj-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I had a goal , a dream , I dared to dream beyond my reach , and my father did everything he could , to help me get started and take my first step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;1ajhu-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;An immense flow of respect comes from my heart when I talk about him , what a brilliant man, with such low resources but a very profound mind and heart , he never gave up on me , he felt bad when he failed at times , but not cuz he failed but cuz he could not give me all the worlds riches , but he never stopped , he tried and tried again and at the verge of his retirement, I still see him waking up early in the morning and going to work every single day !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;6j752-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I say again, &quot;what a brilliant man, my father &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;8mmj1-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I am not a famous person but I have a fair share of my readers and friends, my young cousins , my juniors from college and school, some friends and family who look up to me at times , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;dr2rt-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And unfortunately Some people envy my life , the way I dress, the way I look and the way I live my life here , the way I communicate, the way I behave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;31etp-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;If you are one of  those people, I ask you to not feel that way, cuz you will have your own pride and battles and please own it , no one else can feel the way u do when you walk in your own shoes and when u fight your own battles !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;16ss1-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Appreciate what you have and be happy for what you are , and if you want something more from your life, don&#39;t complain, get out there and work towards it, and I know , sooner or later it will come to you , just don&#39;t quit !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;f76fd-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Please don&#39;t compare or feel bad about yourself or your lives cuz you might feel others have it better then you , cuz trust me, they have their own hidden skeletons !!! No one has got it perfect !! Not even the most affluent people ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;855hi-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;That&#39;s the beauty of life, you won&#39;t be able to explore its mysteries , you won&#39;t have the curiosity and a chance to venture your options , if life was perfect or if everyone had everything !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;eto16-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;That being said, everything that you see about me, I have worked hard to achieve that, my family has sacrificed the little they had to put me where I stand , and I feel a sense of pride that I can own my life today and not be obliged to give explanations for the things that I do the way I do them, they are my own life choices and no one but me, my family and my friends deserve an applause for the contribution !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;avsi7-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And I say it again, it was hard , very hard for all of us to carve this path that I walk on today , with complete honesty and honour ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;8ji6h-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The day you are independent , socially and financially is the day you learn how important it is to have a goal and focus else you will be lost ! Because no , we don&#39;t have a golden spoon to feed us , it&#39;s just raw hard work and struggle which will help you shine some day !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;26ird-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I take this time today, to wish you a very &quot; Happy Birthday Father &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd there he was, standing right outside her door, dressed up in a white calm shirt and grey trousers, he looked good, as always, but this time it was different, he was nervous, maybe because he had not seen her in ages, he wondered if she still looked the same, he wondered if she will look at him in the same way, he wondered what he would tell her, he wondered if it was going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;
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The phone rings and Tia is still in her bed, trying to wake up to this beautiful morning. She picks up, &quot;who is this ?&quot;, &quot; Its me, Tia, I am standing right outside your door. &quot;, &quot;what, Sunny you, you are here?&quot;, &amp;nbsp;She skipped a beat, her life froze to an unending winter right away, she could feel the chill in her bones, he was here, after all this time, years, he was here. &quot; Hello Tia, hello, are you listening, can you please come and see me ?&quot;, &amp;nbsp;&quot; Umm yes, I am here, I am listening , I&#39;ll be right there &quot; Tia replied.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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She changed into her ripped jeans and floral top, she looked like the sunshine, and in the scorching heat, she was still peaceful and poised. She walks down to her door, her heart pounding abnormally fast, trying to tell her the stories of her past. She remembered all her sleepless nights, when she cried herself to sleep, when she missed him but he was not around, and now he was here, and she was not prepared, her body had lost all the hopes of ever seeing him again, but now, she was going to see him,.&lt;/div&gt;
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She opens the door, &quot; Sunny.......(long silence)&quot; , &quot;Tia.......(long silence)&quot; they didn&#39;t react , they dint speak, just looked at each other and they were lost.&lt;/div&gt;
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He pulls himself together, &quot; Hi Tia, how have you been ?&quot; she walks towards him, still does not reply, she just goes and hugs him, he feels the storm inside him, she feels the pain in her heart, she feels the warmth of his body, she had missed him, she had missed him for years. He had missed her too, he starts to recognize her curves, fragrance of her body, her hair smelled like flowers, he remembers, she was his girl, his lady love &quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Finally they pull themselves away from each other, they adjust their thoughts to reality, &quot; Sunny, why do you have 2 cups in your hand ?&quot; she asks, &amp;nbsp;&quot;Oh this, I got them for you, I forgot if you liked tea or coffee, so I got you both &quot; , &amp;nbsp;she smiles, &quot; Ill take the coffee&quot; &amp;nbsp;He holds her hand &amp;nbsp;and asks her , so where do we go ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Sunny , do you want to go the hill gardens , where we went for the first time together ?&quot; he couldn&#39;t help but smile and said yes, why not ?&lt;/div&gt;
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He takes her to the car, &quot;sunny I don&#39;t remember this ride, a lot has changed I guess during all these years&quot;, and it sure did. &amp;nbsp;The ignition turns on and there they go, but this time to their past, their happy place, their memories.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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There is perfect silence between them for sometime, but not the awkward silence, its the silence of pain and loss, he realizes he should initiate , just like good old times , &quot; Do you want to go grocery shopping ?&quot; &amp;nbsp;he asked her with a straight face, &quot; go where, what did you just say&quot;, she laughs and laughs till the tears roll down her cheek, &quot; Sunny, we met after years, and that;s what you have to ask me ? you are still pretty romantic, I must say , Grocery shopping , hahaha &quot;. He realized he didn&#39;t really choose his words wisely, but how could he tell her, that he still feels the same old butterflies in his stomach &amp;nbsp;every time he looks at her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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They reach the hill gardens, he parks the car, holds her hand and says &quot; Here we are, lets go ? &quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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They walk together, holding hands, he playfully touches the curves of her waist, did you put on some weight Tia, &quot; What No, I just became fluffy, yes, fluffy and not fat &quot; she says. He laughs at her, kisses her forehead, and thinks, she is still just the same adorable girl he fell for, and she hasn&#39;t changed , not even a bit. They talk about everything , everything they saw, they felt around them. &quot; Sunny, you said there are 9 billion people on this planet, and you said I&#39;m the one still stuck in your head&quot;, isn&#39;t it ? Tia asked with those sparkling eyes. &amp;nbsp;He thought this was going to be his tough one, he sensed some heat coming his way, he hesitated but said &quot; Yes, that&#39;s true, that&#39;s what I said&quot;. &amp;nbsp;&quot; I was wondering that we have 9 billion people on this planet, why cant we give them each a billion dollar and deal with poverty once and for all, I mean we just have to spend 9 billion dollars &quot; She inquired with a childlike curiosity. He tried but could not hold his laughter, he pulls her cheek and says, &quot; Do you realize Tia that 9 billion dollars to 9 billion people means just $1 dollar per person and not $1 billion per person, right ? &quot; &amp;nbsp;She realizes her dumb moment and laughs and says, oh I was just kidding , just wanted to make sure you still know your numbers right.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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He looks at her and smiles, but all of a sudden he stops, he pulls her towards him and says &quot; How angry are you with me Tia, for leaving you, without telling you &quot; , She tries but she looses all her words, she looks at him and wonders what she should say. It has been years since he left. He never told her why he was leaving, one fine day he just decided to walk out of her life to never come back, she waited for him, seasons passed by but he never came back, and after all this time, he was here, she was angry, she was disappointed but what he didn&#39;t know was that out of all, she was happy, she was so happy to finally see him, be able to feel him, have him by her side, she had waited years for this moment, how could she be angry, he took all her feelings off-guard and now she was standing right in front of him, vulnerable once again.&lt;br /&gt;
They look at each other, he holds her face in his palms, and asks her once again&quot; Tia, please get it all out, I know you are angry with me and you have all the rights to be , so please say something, fight with me be angry at me, but just don&#39;t stay quite, your silence hurts me&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
She reacts to his words, and says &quot; Sunny, you left me long time ago, Yes I was angry with you, but now I am just disappointed that you left, I have gone through hell each passing day, trying to get over you, trying to run away from your memories , your essence &amp;nbsp;which you left in me, I have been trying to escape the shadows of our past , and now you are here, asking me if I am angry, all this pain has killed every bit of emotion in me Sunny and now, once again, I feel naked, I feel vulnerable with you, because I know, that you are here but you are not here to Stay .&quot; He feels the shock right in his veins, wondering how she knew that he was not going to stay. She hugs him, real tight, he could feel the squeeze on his chest, she was stronger now, she speaks in her undertone &quot; Sunny, please stay, don&#39;t leave me once again, I am already broken apart, if you leave now, Ill be left in pieces for life, ill loose my purpose, my existence, I love you , don&#39;t take this away from me &quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
He pulls himself away from her, the storm in his chest was destroying every bone and skin on his body. He fought his dire desire to stay back, he wished he could, he wanted to, but he had his reasons, he argued himself a million times in his head, but he still knew that he cannot stay back, no matter what. He sighs a heavy breath and says &quot; Tia, I have to leave now, its time, I have to go , I just wanted to see if you can ever find the heart to forgive me, I know I don&#39;t deserve it, but I cannot live with the fact that you hate me, so if you ever can forgive me, please do, and just know, I love you, but my reasons don&#39;t allow me to be with you&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
He holds her hand, kisses her forehead, wraps his strong wide arms around her, she feels safe, but she knows that his arms are not her safe haven, anymore. They drive back to her house.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot; So that&#39;s how this ends Sunny ? Is this our fate ? I don&#39;t agree to your reasons to leave me, for breaking us apart, knowing that you love me as well and you are still letting us fall apart, its a sin, don&#39;t do this &quot; Tia cries her heart out.&lt;br /&gt;
He settles himself back to his strong demeanor , wishing that his parents were not caught in the religious setbacks of this world , he knew that once again love was lost over religion, over unrealistic family values , over unrealistic family expectations , over domestic pressure, he remembered the heated conversation he had with his parents that night, when he left her years ago, when they told him they will not accept their love, and he had to give in to their old crying tears. He was hoping for joy and celebration that night when he went to his parents to tell them that he found his girl, but he was left in pieces when they told him that he was being unreasonable to fall in love with an outcast. He wished he could leave everything and run away from everything, everyone, but he was a good son, a good brother and he could not escape his reality and so he chose to leave her and walked &amp;nbsp;away from her life, without telling her, not knowing how to face her, not knowing how to tell her that he lost her over religious fanaticism in the society.&lt;br /&gt;
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And after all these years, here he was, trying to find his soul back, trying to find forgiveness, &quot; Sunny, are you listening to me, will you ever come back ? &quot; she shakes his weak shoulder and asks.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot; I am sorry Tia, I can never come back &quot; he says with a breaking voice and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;
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She walks back, crying, fighting herself, trying to gather her broken pieces, her soul ripped apart once again, just like that. How would she ever know that she lives in a society where rapists are considered less harmless then the ones who eat beef. How would she know that she lives in a society where our religious fanatics are comfortable having their sons/daughters get married to complete strangers over their long lost love. &amp;nbsp;How would she ever know that she lost her love over some unrealistic, unchallenged norms of this rigid society.&lt;br /&gt;
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All she knew was that she lost today, she just didn&#39;t loose her love, she lost her faith today !!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot; Two worlds, Two people, Once again Love was Lost, &amp;nbsp;all they needed was a fight for rationality over religion &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;And she sighs a heavy breath,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Hands trembling, her world shattered to ruins, bleeding body, aching soul, &amp;nbsp;there she was lying helpless, not even bothered to ask for help, all by herself, given up on life, existence , reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;What happened to her? Who did this to her ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;He saw her from a distant corner. she looks at him, dust and blood in her eyes making it hazy for her to see him, but she knows, he is looking at her, she struggles to breathe and suddenly, its is all gone, there is peace, silence, no more pain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;she closes her eyes , smiles, and says, &quot;mine is one of the million deaths&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;He keeps staring at her divine blood, and finally cries out loud, its over, its over, its over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;It was few years ago when he saw her, one in a million smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;He was passing by his regular hangout parlor, when she called him, &quot;hey you , yes you, you smiled at me&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Yes i did, you just made me smile, you look like the sunshine we all need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Oh , if that&#39;s the case, i hope u spread the sunshine of joy everywhere, keep smiling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;He turns and leaves, looks back and she is still smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;He gets back home, finds his sister in tears,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Hey baby doll, whats up today,who took your smile away ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;They did, mumma did, papa did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Why do you say that &amp;nbsp;doll?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;They asked me to get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Isn&#39;t that what you should, you are of age now ? don&#39;t you need someone to hold you, love you for the rest of your life ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Brother, Do i need someone to love me ? No I Don&#39;t. I love myself, I love you all and you all love me back, Isn&#39;t that enough ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Haha, my baby doll, you talk of innocence, Its a cruel world out there, you are a woman, you will need someone to protect you, someone to fulfill your dreams, support you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;But, But brother, I can do it on my own, Brother please, stop them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;He leaves, looks at her , smiles and says, baby doll, you will understand its for your good, all in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;He is tired from all days work, gets back to his room, sees his wife sleeping peacefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Wakes her up, lovingly and says, my love. I am back home, what have you cooked for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Nothing, she says. I feel i just want to be myself today, read , watch my favorite show.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Haha, ofcourse love, but you can do that after you feed me ? can&#39;t you do this for me after all the hard work i do all day long to keep you happy and bring all the luxuries for you back home ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;But, But i just want one day off, by myself, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Sure love, you have all day , everyday to yourself, just a bit of attention when im back home, isn&#39;t it your responsibility ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;she sighs, true, i&#39;ll get you food right away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;thanks my love, that&#39;s like my sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;He hears jumping feet in the next room and wakes up from his afternoon nap, goes to the other room and sees his daughter jumping and dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Child why are you jumping, I am so happy to see you smiling, whats the good news ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Dad, he says he loves me, I have always loved him. I think he is the one, my forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Haha, you are naive my child, you are too young to understand true love. He is not right for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;But dad, you don&#39;t know him, he is the one for me, if you meet him you will know that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I am your father child, I know whats the best for you, I have more life experience, I will find you a prince charming, don&#39;t you worry child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;But dad, How can i fall in love with someone you find for me, isn&#39;t this more simple to be with someone i already love ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Child its about your life, we cannot risk it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;But Dad, that&#39;s what I have been saying all day long that its my life and we should not risk it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Enough child, go to bed, get some rest, we need to go meet my friends son tomorrow, they have been waiting for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;But dad, what about the guy I love , if he is not good for me, who is he good for then ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Child, its his destiny now, leave it to his fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;But dad, what if we were destined to be ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;If it was destined, I would know, I am your father, Have i ever done anything which is not in your favor ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;That&#39;s true dad, you have loved me unconditionally, i think you are right, Ill be ready in the morning to go with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I am glad child, sleep now, he kisses her forehead and leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;He was on his way back to meet his friends when his mother stops him, Son, can you get me some playing marbles when you come back home ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Playing marbles, why mother, why do you need them ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I just need them, do i have to tell you why, &amp;nbsp;to get them ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I am just curious mother, why would you need playing marbles ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Well they are playing marbles, if a child asked for them to you, wouldn&#39;t you know why he needs them ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Well if its a child i would know that he wants to play with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Exactly my point son, I need them to play with them, its been quite a while since i did that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;What ? you want to play with the marbles, haha, mother you make no sense to me sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;But why son ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;You should sit and read about god at this age mother, to fulfill your life purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;But i thought you were my life purpose, you are my life, haven&#39;t i justified my life enough already ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Well i got no time for this mom, but i love you, i&#39;ll get you some beautiful jewelry when i come back, may be that would be of more worth at this age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Mothers prays for him and shuts the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;He has been a wonderful son, husband and a father.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;He wished best for his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;But then why did he cut theirs wings off ? Was he afraid that their independent flight might bruise them?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Years went by, he made decisions which he thought were best for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;and one fine day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;He saw her again,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Bruised, bleeding and trembling with pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;He kept staring at her from a distant corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;She was dead, and someone who passed by told him,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Poor woman, her parents got her married to a guy and he found out that she does not love him and loves someone else, so he beat her to death and left her crying, and the man you see sitting beside her is the guy who she loved all her life&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;He breaks into tears all of a sudden, fear runs through his bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;She looks at him from a distant, sand and blood in her eyes, its all hazy,but she knows its him, and she smiles at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Reality strikes, its the same woman who smiles just like the sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;She is gone, its over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;And she yells at him, &quot;mine is one of the million deaths&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;and now he knows why she said that, she speaks for all the women who have died, because all their life, men like him, made decisions for them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;They brought them unnatural death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Well, she is dead now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;But we still have a chance, why can&#39;t we let our women think for themselves, decide for themselves, why cant we be more confident about them ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;She is beautiful, she might look fragile, but she is a lot more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;She is fully equipped by nature to protect herself and to know what is best for her, lets trust her and if she falls, &quot;My Man&quot; you pick her up and put her back to the field and let her fight her own battles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Ours is a majestic world. Lets do our own part here and leave behind out own little imprints for the world to remember us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I hope someday, when I am gone, you will still see me, find me in all that i will leave behind and know me for who i was, and not what they wanted me to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ight is getting darker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t see any light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjukRiq5AZl0uglReStEpQtN7lTEQz2bmd8emTqVuOuEL0-HHxWEO5_72SHjIQZ9yItja0lmyREgVop8vyS8NRz_iLsE_yRS7_fJQ2jiqjlIMLfg845epAwJU2bQPnlpq9gRevkU1g99KAp/s1600/FB_IMG_1444461576813.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;305&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjukRiq5AZl0uglReStEpQtN7lTEQz2bmd8emTqVuOuEL0-HHxWEO5_72SHjIQZ9yItja0lmyREgVop8vyS8NRz_iLsE_yRS7_fJQ2jiqjlIMLfg845epAwJU2bQPnlpq9gRevkU1g99KAp/s320/FB_IMG_1444461576813.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;You said you will brighten up my day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;but its still dark...its getting cold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;You said you will keep me warm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;then why do i still feel the chills getting to my bones ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;You said you will fix me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;then why am i breaking further every single day ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I am trying to pull my self together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;but i think there is a piece &amp;nbsp;missing from my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;oh yes....i think its you....where are you honey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;You said you love me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;then why do I feel this hatred in me....hatred for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Do you still love me honey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;You said have faith...love is beautiful....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;then why does it hurt so much ? do you feel the pain as well honey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;You said you will call me back....after the numerous calls i left you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;then why have i still not heard from you...Are you still going to call me honey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;You said you will tell me stories of legends...of starts and sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;but all i hear is your silence...will you still tell me your stories honey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;You said you promise to take care of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I am sick since past 2 weeks...and you told me i am old enough take care of myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;you never asked me if i was feeling better....will you still take care of me honey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;You said you will work this out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;then why is everything so messed up...will you still clean this mess up honey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;You said you are building your dreams...you said its for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;then why am I living a nightmare..will you still share your dreams with me honey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;You said you will come see me..its been too long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I am still standing by the window....are you still on your way honey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;You said you miss me...you want me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;then why do i feel so out of place, unwanted...do you still need me honey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;You said you will talk about your fears, your past, your future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;then why am i still so isolated from your present...am i still a part of your life honey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;You said your work is your priority...you have been working a lot lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;then why do i feel i am fading from your memory...do u still remember me honey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;You said you will travel the world with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;then why don&#39;t i see you walking beside me...are you still holding my hand honey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;You said you will listen to my daily chores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;then why have i not spoken a word lately...do you still crave for our long lost conversations honey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;You said you are building a future with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;then why do you never talk about our plans anymore..are you still working to keep us together honey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;You said you wont let me walk the rains alone...its been raining a lot lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;then why am i drenched head to toe...will you still hold the cover for me honey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;You said you will not let me cry...you will wipe away all my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;then why do i cry myself to sleep every night...are you still watching over me honey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;You said you do understand my words and my silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;then why don&#39;t you hear my heart crying out loud for you...will you still respond to me honey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I see the sun rising out the window...the day is lighting up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;But i am still here...cold and drenched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;waiting for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;are you still coming back to me honey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;are you ever coming back ?.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;They say you might end up with the best or the worst stories of your life after midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It was past midnight .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He laughed....laughed way too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He was stressed since morning. A thesis was due tomorrow. But he was distracted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And she was the reason for this sudden distraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He could not help but leave his papers aside. He looked into her Facebook account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This time he laughed harder. He thought her weird and crazy pictures were adorable. He texted her with more emoticons then usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She thought he was hot. He had a great sense of humour which made him just more irresistible .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;They talked through the night. He realized he had a thesis submission. But how cold he not talk to her, he was enticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He wrote,&quot; you are proving to be my lucky charm, I aced my thesis &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She perked up, not because he aced, but because he texted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She asked, so young man, &quot; who are you, i understand you like what i write but that&#39;s not enough to know you.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He smiled and said, &quot; well, nothing too fancy, just a regular guy who is tying to be happy with everything that life throws at him &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She smiled with her heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It was late at night when she went drinking with her friends and came back home sloshed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He waited for her. She typed some drunken texts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He called back hoping to talk to her for the first time. She picked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She laughed and she talked. He adored her, every bit of her. He was concerned but could not ignore her innocence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She was drunk enough to talk about everything,from man boobs to the walking ceiling. It could have been her walk of shame in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And the days turned into more midnight&#39;s. It was madness. They didn&#39;t know each other, then why were they so caught up into each other. Well you might say it was attraction and it could have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Few days into the madness and he decided to see her. He asked her out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She should have been happy. But she got scared. What was it about him that freaked her out ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She told him, &quot; I am sorry but i can&#39;t see you&quot;, &amp;nbsp;and left him muddled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He thought it would be intruding her privacy if he pushed her about it. But he was a restless man, he did it anyway and asked her, &quot; Why, why would you not go out with me ? Am I too ugly for you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She could not hold her smile back and said, &quot; I fear the unknown. I don&#39;t know what this is, and I am protective about myself.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He paused, took a heavy breath and said, &quot; well, you have already left me vulnerable to a whole new reality of my life, and I am not scared of it. I want to take the dive, and enjoy the downfall &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She was speechless, she knew he had caught her by her weak nerves and said, &quot; yes i will go out with you.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He couldn&#39;t have been more happy and he danced his happy feet off while his friends looked at him in awe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She had fantasized about a perfect date long before she understood the concept of true love. He took her to the most fancy restaurant by the lakeside and moonlight. She was dripping innocence on him. They were lost into each other. His presence was her only existence. It was divine. He carried her on his back and took her to the beach where moonlight played with the shores.It did not feel like the first time.They were weirdly very comfortable in each others company. They danced with the moon and the cold water washed their feet. She built a castle, sand castle for him, and he painted the castle town red. Was it supposed to be like this on the first date ? Were they not supposed to be cautious, more alert. But they were not. His arms felt like the safest escape. She left him vulnerable to new possibilities of love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;They were mesmerized by this new world. They had experienced love before, they had been hurt before, they were too scared to take the pain, then why did this feel different. Were they blinded by the disguise of being in,love, or were they enticed by the erotica ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Time was playing its part, they were unaware of the impending storm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The &amp;nbsp;midnight turned into dooms light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He said he was caught up in a hateful notion of love.He said he had priorities. She was shattered. She dint ask for this, she looked at life with a different perception now. A perception which was broken by this hateful notion of love. She had devoted herself into his divine arms, arms which were getting weaker. He was pulling himself back into an isolated world. He worked religiously. People around him were exhausted by his resistance. She longed for the midnight magic to bring him back to her, but cried her nights to sleep. The days turned into unanswered calls and messages. She tried to put the pieces together, pieces which were broken and lost. She lost the warmth of his arms, his words, his aura was vanishing. They were drifting apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Did he ever loved her ? Yes he did. Was he scared to lose her ? Yes he was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Then why were the two love struck&#39;s falling apart ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He tried to be her hero but he was too caught up in his own material existence. He could not resist his tempting larger than life dreams. He saw this love as a threat either to his enormous self discipline or to his work and as a result he did not allow anyone to get too close to him. He was blinded by his surroundings. The more she tried to fit in his shoe, the tighter they became. She was losing the grip. He said let it go, let it flow. She didn&#39;t fit in, while he walked out of her life every single day until the day they went back to being strangers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She tried, to ignore the dreamy night. She wanted to drift back into her shell, her broken shell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But midnight rendered its magic, their love still fights against every dooms day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;They were night and day to each other. He rose to his &amp;nbsp;majestic material world while she set herself in the calmth of the divine moon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Midnight comes and casts her spell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #fafafc; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;&quot;The bed&#39;s getting cold and you&#39;re not here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #fafafc; line-height: 21px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #fafafc; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;The future that we hold is so unclear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #fafafc; line-height: 21px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #fafafc; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;But I&#39;m not alive until you call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #fafafc; line-height: 21px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #fafafc; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;And I&#39;ll bet the odds against it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #fafafc; line-height: 21px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #fafafc; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;Save your advice &#39;cause I won&#39;t hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #fafafc; line-height: 21px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #fafafc; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;You might be right but I don&#39;t care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #fafafc; line-height: 21px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #fafafc; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;There&#39;s a million reasons why I should give you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #fafafc; line-height: 21px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #fafafc; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;But the heart wants what it wants&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A great man left us all today to embark on his new journey.&lt;br /&gt;
This day has shocked an entire nation and a million hearts cried for his soul.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have had a crazy week. A 14 hour shift for a week had drenched all the energy out from my body, and I was trying to catch up with some sleep. The news had put my mind to never ending thoughts. A man that my father idolized had left the world behind and my dream of meeting him once in a lifetime had been shattered. The social media was swamped with the news and people were seen praying for his soul.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why did I decide to pen this article today...&lt;br /&gt;
because,&lt;br /&gt;
He inspired me enough to sacrifice my sleep. He inspired me to go work towards my dreams. He inspired me to speak of honesty before I lied on hopes to someone. He inspired me to take care of a child and lead him to build a great nation. He preached humanity as the highest order and simplicity as the mantra to lead a true life. His presence was enough to create a sense of responsibility in the people around him. He defined punctuality and valued time for he knew that there is only enough time that we have got to full fill the purpose of our lives. He had a positive attitude towards bringing a true change. A revolution in the political system which would help the nation grow in the right direction. He believed that the youth of the nation is the true building block and creating a vision in them would breathe a fire to bring about the change that he dreamt of. He wanted to be remembered as a great teacher and his life has been nothing but a source of true knowledge. His fundamentals were simple and attracted a spark that ignited a million minds. He lived his life with integrity and ethics. He was a true leader and his followers are devoted.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I write this not for our loss but to try and keep the flame burning.&lt;br /&gt;
I hope we don&#39;t forget the cause that he lived for and make his dream of a better tomorrow come true.&lt;br /&gt;
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He said that do not declare a public holiday on my loss but work an extra day if you can.&lt;br /&gt;
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My father once told me that he is the greatest men he knew.&lt;br /&gt;
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With all due respect,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Rest in Peace, Sir APJ Abdul Kalam &amp;nbsp;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;He came towards her through the crowd. He was
looking straight into her eyes. She was silent. She felt her heart beat slip,
but she chose to sink it in. She chose to ignore that strong voice asking for
her name. She knew that this was just another impending disaster. She was still
gathering her courage. Men in her life knew that she was a walking landmine.
She had exploded real bad in the past and she could yet again, anytime soon. But
this man, in front of her had something about him which made her go weak in her
knees. She put on her mask. She prepared her disguise and said, “Katrina, I’m
Katrina”. He smiled at her and said “of course you are, you have blown my mind
away and I’m sure that you will take away this little heart and soul of mine
soon too. You are my sweet disaster.” She was charmed. This guy knew how to
play around with words. She had to keep her mind strong. She could not let
anyone hurt her again. She politely but with a strong voice asked him, “what is
it that you are looking for.” &amp;nbsp;He said “I
have found everything that I’m looking for but I don’t know that what I was
looking for wants to be with me or not”. She trembled, she knew it was coming
towards her, fast and furious. She said “I have nothing to give you. I’m sorry.”
He said, “Then let me give you something, my extended friendship.” She was
losing her mind, he was attractive. She controlled herself and said, “I don’t
talk to strangers, I have enough friends, and yourself, sir, don’t look lonely
so I’m sure you will excuse me for not accepting your friendship. I have to go
now.” She was going to walk past him when he grabbed her hand inappropriately
and said, “No offense but I’m not a creep. I like you, the moment I saw you, I
knew I can’t miss out on her, I need to try. If you think I’m crossing my line,
let me know and this will be the last time I talk to you. I had to stop you
else you wouldn’t listen to me”, and then he gently left her hand. She was in a
shock and a sweet surprise. She saw that honesty in his eyes. That sudden
attraction for him clouded her mind and she said “I live 15 minutes from here.”
He couldn’t hold in his happiness, after all he had been watching her for
weeks. He said “Give me the pleasure to drop you home, and those 15 precious
minutes of your life.” She nodded and said “be here at 7pm.” He smiled at her
and left. She wanted to forget about it all and not be there at the decided time,
but she gave out on emotions again. Yes, once again. The same emotions which
had let her down numerous times in her life, but she was addicted and would
keep going back to those same emotions. The time seemed to have taken a break.
She waited eagerly. He was getting ready. He put on his best shirt, a cologne
that would make women throw themselves at him. He had intentions, she was
unaware of. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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this time. People had left to go back to their nests. Though the surrounding
was peaceful there was an explosion of emotions inside her. She poised herself
and looked at him with her striking smile, and said “here is my address, let’s
get your GPS to guide us home”. He lost a little confidence when she got
straight to the point. But he still wanted to play it cool and said, “aay aay
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was impressed and that’s what he wanted to do. She sat beside him and put her
seatbelt on. It was then she realized she could breathe something irresistible.
It was him and that cologne was working its way through. She adjusted herself
and they drove. He looked at her and said, so tell me “How do you manage?” She
looked confused and asked, “What do I manage” and he smiled and said “your
beauty, your charm, your magic.”&amp;nbsp; He made
her laugh, she was flattered. She was naïve. She had a soft heart, which could
melt at the tiniest bit of emotions. He knew his trick well, and the game was
on. She said with a blush, “Well, I think I was born with some perks and I just
take good care of what I have”. He knew he was getting hard in her head. He got
his game up and made sure those 15 minutes were enough to get her to take out
for the next date. By the end of it, he succeeded. She did not get down the
car. And he already had his second date by the end of the first. Impressive for
a guy isn’t it, but he was that good. He had some real good experience and she
was the result of a lot of bad experiences and boom, jackpot for him. He said “So
what&#39;s next, do you like coffee?” &amp;nbsp;She
was onto something else and said “I do, but I need some beer right now, how
about that.”&amp;nbsp; He did not expect this. He
was getting judgmental. His mind was playing tricks on him now. He was in a
shock. But he needed to get back on track and said “sure, let me take you to a
bar then and I can pick you up from the bar with my best possible pick up line.
It would be fun to get this hot damsel from the bar”. She knew he was a big flirt,
but she was up for the game, she knew he was hard to resist. She knew it was a
catastrophe, but she didn&#39;t care enough. She was already broken and dint has
much left to save. She took a deep dive in that fire. The wheels turned to
their next destination and the ride was set to get dirty.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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of the Bar, she had picked it up. She had her adventure bag packed and set to
explore. They entered the bar, and the heads turned. He wasn’t lying when he
said this hot damsel. She was one. She had those sparkling eyes, she smiled
with her heart, her hair long enough to reach and kiss her waist and her bosom
was perfectly synced with her striking red dress. It gave a hint of her bosom,
but still covered most of it. It was like teasing people for the things they
can’t get. She knew she had gotten into his head too. They chose to sit in a
corner. She needed a quiet place and he needed his open field. He was prepared
to play his next stroke. He pulled the chair for her and they settled in. Food
and beer was on the table, and candle lit in just the right amount. It was
getting warm and cozy. She feared this could lead to some terribly beautiful
moment. He knew he was getting close to his objective, his object was already
hypnotized by his charm. They rose their toast of the night and beer was poured
more than water.&amp;nbsp; She knew it was hitting
her and he knew he was in control of his senses. The beer wasn’t a hard core
drink for him after all. They talked, they laughed. He made sure that she was enticed
by his aura. He knew how to play his cards well. She was getting prettier with
every smile she threw at him and she was very well aware it was working. The
night was getting darker and the fire within them brighter. Wilderness indeed
stood up to its name. He offered her to help her walk back to the car, but she
said she was okay. He knew she had lost control, but he let her take the lead.
She was pleased. Her womanhood wasn’t challenged this time. He made sure he
walked right behind her. She juggled her way to the car tripping million times
before they reached but she said she was okay and he made sure that she was. He
opened the door and buckled her seat up. He got ready to drive when she said
stop. He did not. He kept driving until they reached a quieter place. He knew
there was going to be drama, she was drunk after all. She was singing, she let
the windows blow in the cold air, she cared less about anything beyond him and
her. She was in the moment and he was losing his. She looked straight into his
eyes, they looked sad. But it seemed like she knew how to control what they
wanted to speak. He looked back at her. He couldn’t resist her lips, they were
pink and soft. May be it was her lipstick. He leaned forward to kiss her. She
was shivering, not because she was afraid, but because the window was open and
the cold air made it hard for her to stay warm anymore. He didn&#39;t realize that
and moved back, he thought he was forcing something that she dint want. She knew
it was time to drop her disguise and that’s what she did. She got up from her
seat and settled in his lap. It was a tight place for two people. The steering
wheel had no space to steer anymore, his personal belongings were little
uncomfortable with her sitting on him. He couldn’t say it though, because he
wanted her to take control. She leaned towards him, her bosom pressing tight
against his well-built chest. She grabbed his face in her palms gently, pulled
him closer and kissed. They lip locked as if they wanted to lose the key to
this lock. It was passionate and wild. The wild fire had spread throughout
their bodies by now. She could feel his sweat and he could hear her throbbing
heartbeat. He put one of his hands on her waist and hold her tight while the
other gradually moved to a more sensual part of her body. She felt that tight
grab and kissed him harder. He was able to slip her dress from the shoulders by
now. She didn&#39;t realize before she was half naked. She dint mind. He carried
her to the back seat. Things were going to take a turn. It was going to be a long
and tiring night. He holds her tight in her arms and whispered in her ears, “I want
you to remember this night, are you sure you are going to be in your senses for
this?” She was high on her hormones by now and she said “I lost my Senses when I
saw you for the first time”. &amp;nbsp;They both
smiled at each other and they knew that nature had played its part. The
resistance was gone. They were two bodies one soul that night. But what he dint
know was his impending disaster and what she dint know was her unfortunate
fate. She woke up before the first ray in the sky and decided to get back to
her real world. She thought it was a one night stand for him and thus she left.
He was woken up by the sun kissed morning. She was long gone. But what she dint
know was that she had got this player down. He had lost this game to his heart.
He was in love and she would never know, coz she left before he could say
anything. She keeps her story in her heart about that One Night Stand because
she knew he would too and someday when they meet on some cross roads, she would
tell him that, “&lt;b&gt;that one night stand was
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Have&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;you ever had a Larger than life dream ?&lt;br /&gt;
A dream which gave you sleepless nights rather than a peaceful sleep? A dream which made your heart race faster than a Ferrari. A dream which if came true could make your soul cry out of happiness. A dream which was more addictive than any addiction.&lt;br /&gt;
A dream which ignited every single spark in your body...!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Such dreams are rare. If you have one,don&#39;t let it go, nurture it. Those dreams will turn your world upside down. It will challenge you in the most difficult way possible. It will make you take the route you were once scared to walk on.Force you to make decisions which could break you down. It will show you how hard life can get on you.The moment when you would think you are almost there, it will welcome you with more new challenges.It will make you question your real friends, family,and the worse your own abilities. Don&#39;t even think about your comfort zone,because that went out of the window the moment you dared to dream.&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you do when that happens ?&lt;br /&gt;
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What you do is &amp;nbsp;you don&#39;t quit. you take the bullet. You &quot;Challenge the Challenges&quot; and get in the game.It will give you moments which will inspire you to bring the best and worse out of you.,but you don&#39;t stop and you don&#39;t look back,Just keep moving towards the unknown and &quot;expect the unexpected&quot;.When you decided to work on your dream is when you gave the wind to fire it up. Be passionate about it. Love it.Feel it.Trust your instincts.Make mistakes, because it will only help you to make better strategies.And the most important aspect is to get your dreams out in open. Share it with other people, some will envy you not because you are a doing better job but just because you had the courage to stand up and fight for your dreams. Good thing about sharing your dream is that you will find people who will appreciate that passion in you. They will work with you to make it come true. They will show you the way when you feel lost.They will pull you up when you fall down.They will raise their voice to match your song. These people are your true friends,keep them safe.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have such a dream., A dream larger than life.&lt;br /&gt;
I am not afraid to loose but my goal is to Win.&lt;br /&gt;
I am here to ask for your support and i am here to share my dream with you.&lt;br /&gt;
Keep me in your prayers and i am sure your prayers will do wonders for me...!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams&quot; ~ &lt;br /&gt;
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P.S : &quot;MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOUR &quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;oon a New Year will begin....with new promises,challenges, experiences and learning...A new story to tell...but when i look at the flashback 2013...it was something i would never change...everything that i asked for...dint ask for happened...!! Here i am in a foreign land...Far Away from home...listening to some old country songs...and thinking...was it all worth it..?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes we should be careful with what we ask for...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I Wished for a place far way from home...but i dint know it would be so far that it would be difficult to come back home when the sun sets down..I asked for my freedom...but now i am so free that if i fell...it would be my sole responsibility... I asked for real people around me and ended up with just a bunch of people whom i can call friends...I asked for my dreams but in turn lost my love...I asked for strength to fight back and ended up with more bruises to deal with...I asked for more beautiful memories...but ended up with real Black outs..(Not to ignore the wheelchair and the stretcher- in reference to the unforgettable moment of my life which i will never remember)...Sometimes its scary...sometimes its really exhilarating...!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is after all a vicious Game...&quot;The Wishing Game..&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Everyone would have made a wish during Christmas...i did too...but then i realized that the whole wishing game was really a challenge...a game in which you have to play your cards really wisely...its a good thing if your wish comes true...but look out for the consequences...they say with &quot;Great Power comes Great Responsibility&quot; may be that would be a good example of wishing wisely...&lt;/div&gt;
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One good thing about my life is that i don&#39;t keep any regrets...no matter what i wished for and what i received...either way it was an experience or a learning...so yes it was all worth it...With the new Year just knocking on my door...I dare to Wish...and i Wish to make it all worth it again the next year..:)&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;&quot;&lt;b&gt;For last year&#39;s words belong to last year&#39;s language&lt;/b&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;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;And next year&#39;s words await another voice&quot;&lt;/b&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;- T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Go crazy...Have Fun...do things you never imagined you were capable of doing...&lt;/div&gt;
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Eat a large Pizza all by yourself...Work towards the beautiful dream that you saw last night...go out and eat an ice cream during the freezing midnight....have an affair...go fall in love...go on a blind date..eat all the cheese and wine...learn how to dance...paint the walls of your room with your favorite color..start earning and saving for the trip you always wanted to go on...take as many pictures as you can (some can be embarrassing for you and some will embarrass others)...live every single moment and make your life a story worth telling...&lt;br /&gt;
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After all the real beauty lies in the hidden treasures...GO EXPLORE...a New Adventure Awaits..!!&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;for ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“&lt;b&gt;Tomorrow, is the first blank page of a 365 page book. Write a good one.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I wish You All a Very Happy and a Prosperous New Year...Cheers..!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;THE FIRST FLIGHT&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&quot;A new life....A new world.....A new beginning...A new end....&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://colourherhope.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/dscn3851.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://colourherhope.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/dscn3851.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: move;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;CANADA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The feeling when you are taking the first flight of your life....and when the flight is gonna take you to the whole other side of the world...how do you feel...????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCENE 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;ITS SCARY....ITS BEAUTIFUL.....ITS BREATH TAKING......ITS A WHOLE LOT OF FEELINGS THAT YOU CAN IMAGINE EXISTS.....yeah i experienced it all.....it was my first flight ever....i was nervous...dint know how things worked out on an airport...dint know how the good byes would be....dint know where i was going....a country i never imagined i would land up in....i always dreamed &amp;nbsp;about going to Europe, USA,Australia etc....but destiny wanted me to go to Canada....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So here i was....my bags packed....in the car....mom n dad besides me....brother sitting in the front....i was all silent....they were all silent....no one knew how to react....i was going far....to a place we never imagined i would go....but &amp;nbsp;NOW i was about to catch the flight in next 3 hours....we reached the airport.....we dint know how things moved around on an airport...how exactly customs, security check, immigration check etc worked....so asa we got to the airport....i put my luggage on the trolley...my brother started teaching me how to move around with the trolley....we kept moving.....there i saw TERMINAL 2....my heart skipped a beat....my feet all confused whether to take a step ahead or to step back....yes i was nervous...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The moment we reached the gate of Terminal 2....there was silence all again....my mom had tears in her eyes...i dint wanted to cry....but i did as well....there was a whole big speech that i had prepared for my parents but i ended up choking...couldn&#39;t say a word except for the goodbye....i kissed my mom...i hugged my dad and brother....i felt warm and protected....i was gonna loose those arms soon....dint feel like leaving....but i had to.... i turned around with my teary eyes...the security guy on the gate was feeling sad for me...he tried to console me and said that everything was gonna be fine....i wanted to believe him....and may be i did coz that was when i gathered the courage to enter the airport...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I went inside and asked few people what exactly was i supposed to do...they said get the boarding pass....the window was going to open in the next 1 hour....what was i supposed to do...i couldn&#39;t go back....i searched for the visitors glass...my parents were gonna be there till i left...but then it took me quite a while to figure out where it was...so i just decided to stand i &amp;nbsp;the Que for the boarding pass....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I started observing what people in the line were doing...coz i dint wanted to miss out on any of the processes....NEXT....i heard from the desk....whats your full name miss...i answered and the round began....they put my luggage in some sort of conveyor belt and it went away...i was scared...thinking where did my luggage go....he said i would get it in Canada....i had no option but to trust him...so i did...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Then i ran towards the visitors glass to see my parents....it was sound proof...i called them and we talked....how is it going my dad asked....i said i was fine....coz i dint wanted him to feel my nervousness...i bid them the final goodbye and moved towards the immigration check....my mom said we will b waiting here...till u catch your flight...if anything happens just come down...i was a bit relieved....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Immigration&#39;s makes you feel like a criminal....the guy was good but he interrogated me....i dint like it but managed to keep a smile on my face through out...i dint wanted him to feel if there was something wrong with me....finally after a round of questions the guy agreed to believe that i was no criminal n tap tap he stamped...wooshh...sucha a relief...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;next step was to go towards the security check...i had to remove all the metal, wallet and etc from my bags...the lady was more than happy to check me put and woahh it made me feel creepy...though i went ahead collected my items and then had to go downstairs to catch my flight....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Asa i reached the ground floor....i saw a whole different world....felt like a fairyland.....so much stuff i could buy....for a moment i forgot everything....i started to explore....it was a Girls Dream Come True land....i saw people from different races....hot guys and girls....the place looked so exciting....but yet again what i ended up buying was a COKE...A DIET COKE....man i never drink diet coke....but i guess it was coz of all the mixed feelings that i had....i ended up having a diet coke....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I started calling all my friends....i wanted to say so much to them....i wanted to say il miss them...that i love them...and suddenly BINGO...you get the WiFi on the airport....TANGO and Viber were my best friends for the next 2 hours after that.....while talking to my friends i showed them all the hot guys and girls and we all did the bird watching together...yeah it was fun...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The clock kept ticking and i realized it was the time to board the &amp;nbsp;FIRST FLIGHT of my life....again all those mixed feelings came rushing down to my heart....my heart forgot how it worked...coz it was not beating properly....i thought i would look for an exit gate and me be go back....but my feet kept moving towards the boarding gate....i gave my tickets to the security and he led me to a bus...i was standing there with bunch of other people...my hands went cold...my senses got numb...all i could hear and feel was my heart beat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;After like 10 minutes , some security guy comes looking for me in the bus...i wondered that what have i done now...dammit this is my first flight...please don&#39;t take me to jail...lol....but then he said one of my luggage wasn&#39;t tagged so he just wanted to confirm few things with me....i responded quickly and went back to the pick up bus....wheels started turning and we headed towards the plane.....i always thought airplanes were MAGNIFICENTLY GIANT...but no...they are just too big...nothing like dinosaurs or something..haha....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I finally enter the plane...my first flight....the attendents were very warm....i felt like home....they guided me towards my seat and i followed. sitting to the left of &amp;nbsp;me was a giant black guy and to the right another indian boy....i felt uncomfortable...i asked for a change of seats to one of the attendants and he was kind enough to do that for me....slowly once everybody settled down....the pilot made the announcement....i started to listen to each and every word that he said....coz i thought i was gonna die and he was the only one who could save me...he told me to put on my seat belt and like a sincere kid i agreed to do that.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;We are about to take off...kindly put on your seat belts&quot;....&quot;vimaan udaan bharney ki taiyaari me he.....kripya apni suraksha peti band lijiye&quot; the tiny wheels of the plane started moving...i closed my eyes....told myself....now get ready...to face a whole different world....get ready to give a fight....flash back off all the good and bad times came in my head...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Flight took off and i open my eyes to see the city rest below me....i was in clouds...and all i said was BRING IT ON....!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;Aankhon me sapne liye...Ghar se hum chal to diye....Jane ye raahe ab le jaaengi kahaan&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karishmathinks.blogspot.com/feeds/2842975775870790569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6783998910893004963/2842975775870790569?isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783998910893004963/posts/default/2842975775870790569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783998910893004963/posts/default/2842975775870790569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karishmathinks.blogspot.com/2013/09/a-new-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Karishma Ankleshwaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040060852118293829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxOCPM3iboNzSh6m7XRAGBZsvwM-3gy0Udv_XzHR-wVIFbie3MoNGGas_b1MHjCGfxLqm1PWGNsl0QRG3qSLT6nKkkJ6FuCuqp_TWbBrKeepc32Bo3Nqk6KC9uzeqoZc/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783998910893004963.post-3922915181353320026</id><published>2013-03-30T14:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-30T14:27:12.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“GUYS”….aren’t they sweet…!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&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;Okay…so all those heart broken young ladies who would have said “BULLSHIT” as soon as they read the heading of my article….take a break…and just like me…give it a thought…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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;&lt;br 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;&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 all must be wondering who would waste time and write an article on this topic…well I would…because I believe that it was needed to be done…as many of my young girl friends have lost faith in L&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;OVE n BOYS…so now tell me…isn’t it a reason enough…*WINKS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired and exhausted, when I entered my room, I saw my friend crying on her pillow…and it was the old same story…her so called DOUCHE BAG boyfriend dumped her….a week or so passed by and she dint get over it…and all this was taking a toll on me…it was really sad to see her in that condition…that’s when this crazy thought struck me…ARE BOYS REALLY THAT BAD…???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many girls would agree and ALL THE BOYS WONT…..lol situation….and it was my time to decide as to whose side should i support…and obviously I chose the latter…no offense girls…I owe you an explanation and that’s exactly why I am writing this article...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my young guys n gals have experienced the so called LOVE in their lives atleast once…n as far as I am concerned…”BEEN THERE DONE THAT”….the feeling of NEW LOVE is beautiful n divine…isn’t it…pouring your heart out to someone special…all the late night chit chats…d feeling of possessiveness…all the romantic/crazy dates…those tears of joy n sorrow….everything just makes it perfect…you are happy…your guy/girl is happy…and it feels like you have found everything that you always wanted…but but but….waitttt……BREAK UP….yes that is when you realize that everything you did was worthless and you cry your eyes out till you exhaust and go to sleep….!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stop thinking about all the good times that we spent together and to make things worse, our mind starts supporting all the worse case scenarios…we see evil in each and every next guy who throws a smile towards us…I am sure that everyone who has suffered a break up in their life would have used this line once in their life- “I will never fall in love again, it sucks..”…and those who haven’t…wait for it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question to all these people is…are u sure LOVE (guys) really sucks…???...think twice before you answer…because if your answer is YES then you need a reminder…you are just being biased because HE broke your heart…but tell me something…have you forgot what all HE DID for you..???...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes he was there when you needed a shoulder to CRY ON n talk about all the bad things that this world has bestowed upon you…remember that guy who used to carry all your shopping bags when you were busy surfing every single brand in the mall…yes I agree he checked out the lingerie showrooms while passing by it…but dint you check out that cute guy who caught your attention…and yes how can we forget that surprise romantic date that he took you to just to see a smile on your face…he was not interested in what your bitch girl friend did to you but still he listened to everything you got to say about her quietly…and at times, even gave suggestions as to how to tackle her….recall that HUG he gave you…his arms felt like the safest place on earth…and to be honest…it is the most safest place…when you know you are with your Mr.RIGHT…you will feel it…and yes girl he was their to cheer you up when you were sick and hold your hands to let you know that you will be fine soon….look at that old ROSE that you kept in your diary…who gave it to you…??? Remember how you felt when he did that for you..?? ( I know why you have this smile on your face right now)….and wait…that fight..when some random guy tried to harass you….yes your guy was there to protect you….n fine I agree that he ignored you for his FIFA n DOTA video games because he thought it was his ONLY battle ground to prove himself, but dint you ignore him for your favorite TV shows, shopping, parlor appointments, girls night/day out, etc..??..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need not point out every single thing that your GUY did for you…because I just needed to remind you that he did some good things for you and gave you memories that you will cherish through out your life….things dint work out between you two and the blame is on him- “guys are EVIL”…if they were, you wouldn’t have experienced all those beautiful memories….they just get lost in their own space at times and end up hurting you in the ways they dint mean to…you will ask me…what about the guys who cheated on you with some other girl…but we too know the reality…we are not those angels from heaven..pure…because he cheated on you with some other girl that means that some other BITCH was involved too…but nobody would blame her…cause she has the power of TEARS and advantage of being a girl…and your guy…he will learn sooner or later that being a PLAYBOY is out of fashion…girls now a days respect those guys who stand up for their LADY….and if you are with someone who doesn’t gives a damn about what you did in your past or what you are doing in your present…- then here’s an ALERT for you…she too is just using you as a tool for her pleasure…so don’t get all happy about the hot chick who smiled back at you…she will be gone before you know it…!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i would suggest, to all my girl friends out there, respect the man in your life and don’t try to find reasons to blame him for what he did and what he dint for you…try to find a common ground where both of you have your own space…guys are not that BAD afterall…they just need to be reminded what they actually are…telling them they are pathetic will just worsen the situation…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes guys…I took your side..wrote a whole article on you…but that doesn’t mean you keep smiling like morons….get up and take your lady to that beautiful date that she deserves…afterall she is the QUEEN of your only EMPIRE….:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I was chatting with one of my friends, and he asked me- “what kinda guy you want in your life..??”…I smiled at the question. It wasn’t something new that someone had asked me….i came across this question a lot of time in my life…I answered the question too…but never sincerely….coz I myself dint know what kinda guy I wanted…above all I thought how would it even matter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;I’m never gonna find such a guy…!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what if I could..???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was one crazy dream which woke me up at 4 in the morning….i sat on my bed looking outside the window…the view was beautiful, it was full moon…I started listening to my favorite track , as I couldn’t get back my sleep….and I don’t know how but this question popped up in my head…it kept on repeating itself….” Karishma, what kinda guy you want…??..” I dint wanted to answer that question coz no matter how much I tried I never found the correct answer…or may be coz I thought it wasn’t even important to find an answer to this question…it was lame I thought…!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the night was different today…I argued myself…what if it was important…??...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in love…passionately…the memories are bitter-sweet…I never wanted to let it go…but things dint work out the way I wanted them to…I was hurt, broke and depressed…I just couldn’t understand what happened…one moment we were happy and madly in love…and with a blink of an eye it was all over…after that, it never realy mattered what kinda guy I wanted…I was too afraid to fall in love again….or may be coz I was a coward….it takes a lot of courage to fall in love…opening up your heart to someone…giving them all you have…knowing that you can /will get hurt…history has it that all the great love stories were broken…( romeo-juliet, heer-ranjha, laila-majnu ) they could never be together…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I asked myself…for how long am I prepared to run away from it…??..i know…every one reading this would have asked themselves the same question…why am I so afraid to fall in love…why am I so afraid to tell myself that its time that I need that SOMEONE SPECIAL in my life again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many of us the real question would be- “ are we afraid of the rejection..???”…and all my ladies out there, they don’t speak their heart out coz we think “I’m a girl…I’m not supposed to go first…its against the rules…guy proposes and I respond…that’s how it works..” but for how long are you prepared to play the blind fold…are you ready to see the love of your life go away in front of your eyes…are you ready to accept the fact that you could have been with the guy/girl of your dreams if only you had Believed and had taken that leap of faith…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not ready to take that leap of faith yet…coz I need to ask myself first that what am I looking for…and it took me quite a while to figure out what kinda guy I wanted…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the obvious, ofcourse I want someone who will love me, care for me…make me smile when I’m low and support me through all my hardships…that was clichéd…I know…&lt;br /&gt;Now what I really want is someone who will respect me for what I am…someone who is prepared to accept me inspite of all my flaws…coz I am not someone easy to tame…I’m a taurean afterall….*winks*…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be his queen…but I want to be the only lady love in his life…I don’t want him to shower me with expensive gifts …but I would want him to atleast gimme a rose everyday so that I know I’m loved…I don’t want him to keep me happy always…but I want that he should never be the reason behind my tears….i am not expecting him to be perfect…but I want him to be a man and take responsibility for the mistakes he made…I don’t want him to do everything that I say, but I want him to atleast full fill the promises that he made…i don’t want him to compliment me every now and then but I want him to be proud of me…I don’t want him to say he is lucky to have me but I want to know that I mean the whole world to him and that he wouldn’t dare loose me…I don’t want him to buy me diamonds all the time…but I want him to take me to those romantic dates which I deserve…I don’t want him to give a beautiful speech about me in public, but I want him to take my stand when someone is trying to give me hard time…I don’t expect him to be polite to me all the time but he should atleast have the decency to not yell at me in public and wait for the right time to tell me my mistakes…I don’t want him to tell me I am hot or sexy, but I want him to let me know that I’m the woman he always dreamt of….i don’t want him to give me all his 24hrs…but I want him to have the decency to not abandon me for his personal pleasures when he knows I would be lonely and waiting for him…I don’t want him to not make mistakes, but I want to know that he is genuinely sorry when he makes one…and the most important thing, I would want him to treat my parents as his own…i want him to love them and respect them…for they gave their most important treasure, their daughter to him..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much to ask..???...well that’s what I would want in my guy…:)…and when I find someone like this…I’ll be ready to take my leap of faith…and I wouldn’t hesitate to tell him that he is all that I always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to all my readers, what kinda guy/girl do you want..??? and are you ready to take your leap of faith…!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you find the love of your life…don’t forget to communicate your feelings…coz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“IF YOU HESITATE-YOU REGRET”…!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;So here i am......once again...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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;&lt;br 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;&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;After such a long time...something very despairing caught my attention and made me take out some time from my busy and hectic schedule....i cant even start to express how sad it makes me to see such cases happening every now and then around us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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;&lt;br 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;&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;Yes...i am talking about the DELHI RAPE case....it left a great impact on me....i questioned mys&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;elf that what if something like that would have happened to me...what would i have done...and the answers were agitating...Rape is the only crime in which the victim becomes the abused...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk about politics, our corrupt government, lack of literacy in the country, modernization, etc etc....but they remain JUST TALKS....we are so depended on our government to take action but what will such a government answer who can keep a TERRORIST in jail for 4 years...??? what will such a government answer who beats d hell out of innocent youngsters who go on strikes just to get their voices heard and demand JUSTICE....who says women should not wear provocative dresses rather then encouraging men to treat them with respect....who says eating Chinese food is the reason behind the rape cases( after hearing this statement i lost all my patience )....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are told not to wear provocative dresses....not to go out late nights, not to work in places with less female population ( coz the chances of getting raped increases), not to laugh out loud coz that will make you look bold and give a green signal to the lunatics creeping on you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i ask...why US...?? why the victims are suggested what not to do instead of the desperadoes roaming out there in open....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t know if my sympathies would make the poor girl feel any better....only thing that could satisfy her raging pain would be to grant her the authority to take a decision as to what punishment she wants to give to these desperate animals who ruined her life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after i posted on my Facebook wall that WE NEED REAL LAWS....people started sending me suggestions as to what can be done to stop such heinies crimes....and i wasn&#39;t surprised to hear what they had to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some said they should be hanged till death..&lt;br /&gt;or we should bring in d SAUDI LAWS in our country- &quot; u steal, we cut your hand, u rape we cut your prick, you lie we cut your tongue and so on..&quot;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t know if our democratic government is still ready to inforce such laws in our country...but i request...whatever they decide to do...atleast bring justice to the victims of such crimes.....they have gone through something which changed their life forever...some victims may come out of the trauma someday but some people will just breathe it out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot; IF THERE IS A TIME WHEN YOUR WALLS COULD GUARD US....THEN LET THAT TIME BE NOW&quot;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO i am not some revolutionary, NGO worker, spokes person of some group, or a social activist....i am just the &quot;AAM JANTA&quot; ......who wants to live in peace...who wants to reach home safely without having to fear about getting raped....who wants to achieve her dreams someday and make her family and friends proud....who wants this world to be a better place to live in....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- &quot; DON&#39;T TELL YOUR DAUGHTER NOT TO GO OUT, TELL YOUR SON TO BEHAVE PROPERLY COZ WE ARE NOT AN OBJECT FOR HIS ENTERTAINMENT&quot;.....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSiZxTNJ_BY/S6GxfEh6xfI/AAAAAAAAGuw/3AOjvTF1EIQ/2_viadefinitelygolden.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSiZxTNJ_BY/S6GxfEh6xfI/AAAAAAAAGuw/3AOjvTF1EIQ/2_viadefinitelygolden.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Simply sipping
my coffee by the window…looking at the various things happening out there, like
the women bargaining with the sabziwaala &amp;amp; not ready to let go off her 5 Rupees,
the beggar just sitting out in the hot sun in his own world expecting someone
to show some mercy while people just passing by him…some staring with dirty
looks…some showing genuine sympathy...the child crying for the toy he saw in the
last shop he visited…kids shouting their guts out as soon as they heard the
school bell....the people by the paan shop…smoking n chewing…some out of habit…some
out of frustration….those cheesy couples walking hand in hand…those boyfriends
walking behind their gals apologizing…(story of every guy….lol..)..those high
society men n women walking out of their multimillion dollar homes…that middle
class father passing by on his scooter hoping that he could too provide the
same to his family some day….those young confident looking guys and girls knowing
that they are so broke inside and still managing to put a fake smile on their
faces …and all the &amp;nbsp;hustle n bustle of
the city…put me to thinking….WHAT LIFE IS ACTUALLY..???...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Well that’s
a very difficult question…isn’t it..??...people have been looking for an answer
to this question since centuries…no wonder all the scientists and historians
look psychos and lunatics…( forgot the various pics you saw in your science and
history labs..???..)…anyways, if you are looking for a scientific answer…don’t read
this article anymore…duh…I ain’t no SCIENCE GEEK… I’ll be sharing only what my
perception is…( although my parents keep telling me- “beta abhi aapne duniya
dekhi kaha he” )….so ignoring my parents for a while I’ll just assume that I have
some amount of experience….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;“LIFE” is a
boundless concept…the more you try to figure it out…the more you get confused…I
bet all my YOUNG guys n gals would agree…coz we are the most frequent hand
raisers to this question….we always try to figure out why the hell life is
behind kicking our ass off….as soon as we see the challenges and troubles in
front of us we know “ Damn,we are screwed”….those hundreds of break-ups we see
everyday and think…”man, life is a BITCH”….and we end up getting frustrated and
ultimately exhaust ourselves…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Um sure….each one of us
would have looked up in the sky and talked like a retard asking god “ WHY YOU
NO LEAVE ME ALONE..???..lol…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But…what bums me out the
most is why don’t we see the other way round…why do we always try to find faults;
rather we should invest our time and energy in looking at the brighter side…there
is much more to life then just a STRUGGLE….!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I believe life is KIND OF
BITTER-SWEET…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I agree that it throws
tantrums at us…but then it also gives us the those beautiful memories that we
cherish….the freaky, crazy friends we make, the disturbed looking professors ,
those special/stupid strangers, the guy/girl who just makes us skip a heartbeat,
those dumbass people who frustrates the hell out of us and still have a special
place in our hearts, those peaceful moments when you just sit behind your
friend and enjoy the warm breeze flowing through your hair while your friend
tries to cut his way through the traffic and dodging the thullas/mamus on the
signals, those pleasant family trips, the mother/father hood we experience when
we carry our new born baby for the first time..etc etc…the list is infinite….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Aren’t they all worth
cherishing….aren’t they a reason enough to enjoy life rather than crying over
it….all those who are trying to be strong and fighting back their tears…I absolutely
understand your situation….trust me…I have been there…but what I learnt is….becoming
weak is not an option for us, rather &amp;nbsp;be
bold and strong and have guts to face your problems…instead of the dark, try to
move towards the light….follow a simple&amp;nbsp;
mantra in your life “SMILE THROUGH ALL THE ADVERSITIES” and BANG…you
will hit the treasure…you will never be sad again….try to find those
small-small reasons that makes you happy, whenever you feel low, cry your heart
out, but then remember, once you are done never look back…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Enjoy life till it lets you….don’t
keep any regrets….do anything and everything you want to, before you die….even
if its jumping off the cliff or diving deep into the sea…JUST DO IT….!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;A beautiful line that
inspires me and gives me the much needed push :– &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;“Aaj…..aaj ek haseen aur
baant loon… Aaj ek dua aur maang loon….Aaj ek aansoo aur pee loon…. Aaj ek
zindagi aur jee loon... Aaj ek sapna aur dekh loon…. Aaj….kyuki&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;kya
pata, &amp;nbsp;KAL HO NAA HO…&lt;/b&gt;!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ukgameshows.com/atoz/programmes/l/love_at_first_sight/love%20at%20first%20sight.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;http://www.ukgameshows.com/atoz/programmes/l/love_at_first_sight/love%20at%20first%20sight.jpg&quot; width=&quot;175&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;This random question
popped out in my mind a few days back…I updated my Facebook status regarding d
same…. {&lt;u&gt;LOVE @ FIRST SIGHT….what is it…???}&lt;/u&gt;… Many people shared their
views regarding the same….some said it never works….some said it sucks….some said
one should stay away from it because its fatal….but nobody could explain the
sheer beauty of love @ first sight….&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It can happen to
anybody….n not necessarily with a person….but may be a place, poem, song,
photograph, or any random stuff u want to include….I dint realize the beauty of
this divine concept of “LOVE @ FIRST SIGHT” until it happened to me….ohhh…trust
me…the feeling is blissful….I thought I was under some sort of trance…it took
me quite a while to realize what was happening to me…I was suffering through the
clichéd disease of “LOVERIA “…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;So now my next
question was…”WHAT is the PROBABILITY of success or failure of the above
syndrome…”.???... and to that my friend beautifully answered- “ well it depends
on the number of EYES involved”…well I couldn’t resist but laugh…as he was
right…the more the number of EYES the lesser is your chance to succeed in your
quest to get your LOVE @ FIRST SIGHT….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;So what is it that you
can do…???..don’t worry friends (those who have suffered/suffering) I absolutely
understand your situation… many of my girl /guy friends keep asking me, “YAAR
MUJHE PYAAR HO GAYA, ME KYA KARU”…lol…honestly speaking I never had an answer
to that HAUNTING question as I am no LOVE GURU….but as time passed and with lil
experience that I have, now I am atleast able to give few suggestions….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;First of all find out
if your craziness is temporary or permanent…if temporary then there’s nothing
you should do…it will take care of itself…but if permanent…then my friend you
need help…if you are sure…that you can’t go a day without looking/talking to
that person then I will say….TAKE THE LEAP….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Try to know that
person…take interest in his/her activities…try to get to know him/her better…see
if he /she is actually what you wanted in your life…coz we all know…”mirages”
are a part of life n one is bound to get caught in its illusion if not alert….slowly
increase the content of your conversation…if he/she is equally interested, they
too will respond with the same amplitude…and if they don’t…you know its time
for you to “BACK OFF”….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now…if the amplitude
too is the same then it’s time to find out if both the parties are looking
forward to the “SAME DEAL”….coz I bet you guys, you never want to fall into “ONE
SIDED” crap…coz it ultimately hurts…and hurts real bad…if there is no common
interest then u know it…take a U-TURN….but if YES then slowly start to convey
your feelings…coz if you don’t…then you’ll alwaz have the REGRET that you DINT
TRY….so why to take that burden…instead why not start acting strong and bold
and just let your feelings flow…and after sometime…you will reach your awaited
paradise….:)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ya…I would not deny
that LOVE @ FIRST SIGHT is a very tricky concept….but that’s the fun part right..???...the
uneasiness, the sleeplessness, those mysterious smiles on your face, that commitment
with which you put all your efforts to make that person yours, everything…isn’t
it all ..”JUST WORTH IT..”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;After all somebody
beautifully quoted- &amp;nbsp;&quot;…itni shiddat
se maine tumhe paane ki koshish ki hai ki har zarre ne mujhe tumse milane ki
koshish ki hai....kehte hai agar kisi cheez ko sachche dil se chaaho toh poori
kaynath tumhein usse milane ki koshish mein lag jaati hai…” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Or in words of Poulo
Coelho – “…When you really want something, all the universe conspires in
helping you to achieve it…”…!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;A moment of disguise...i feel lost...i feel found...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://img3.etsystatic.com/il_570xN.179496755.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://img3.etsystatic.com/il_570xN.179496755.jpg&quot; width=&quot;244&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;its a fight for d light...in the dark battle ground...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;hold on to me...there came a sound...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;what goes by....is bound to come around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;i ran through d desserts...and through d wild...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;struggled hard but cudnt find... that lost-hidden child....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;these waters run deep...be prepared to drown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;you cant be angry...n you cant even frown....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;um loosing my patience...um loosing my calm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;these scars cant be healed ..not even with a conjuring balm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;show me the reality...tell me the truth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;is it a disguise...or the real face of your youth....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;i am tired....i am broke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;i feel um loosing...and it wont be long before i choke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;it looks so surreal...or is it just a dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;my thoughts keep flowing...like an unruly stream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;god its a wrath...gimme some peace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;world is shaking...and its on a verge to cease...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;evrything looks abrupt...be it flora or fauna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;ohh...its time for accord...show me nirvana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karishmathinks.blogspot.com/feeds/2979015191695336579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6783998910893004963/2979015191695336579?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783998910893004963/posts/default/2979015191695336579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783998910893004963/posts/default/2979015191695336579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karishmathinks.blogspot.com/2012/02/moment-of-disguise.html' title='A MOMENT OF DISGUISE'/><author><name>Karishma Ankleshwaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040060852118293829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxOCPM3iboNzSh6m7XRAGBZsvwM-3gy0Udv_XzHR-wVIFbie3MoNGGas_b1MHjCGfxLqm1PWGNsl0QRG3qSLT6nKkkJ6FuCuqp_TWbBrKeepc32Bo3Nqk6KC9uzeqoZc/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783998910893004963.post-3426003966545744254</id><published>2012-01-22T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T12:09:28.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuch Kami Hain...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.kevinstilley.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/Lonliness.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; color: #333333; float: right; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;http://www.kevinstilley.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/Lonliness.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sab kuch wahi hain…par kuch kami hain…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naadaan hain ye…jo maanta nahi hain…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pucha mene…ye zidd kesi kar raha hain…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kaha maine Ye mumkin nahi hain…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Khushi or gum sab ka hissa hain…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;To tera ye kesa bachpanaa hain…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maan bhi jaa….zara sambhal bhi jaa…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chahe to aaj khul ke ro bhi lay……..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Magar ye zidd chhod de….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chahe to Yaado me basa ley use…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Magar yaad rakh fir piche mat dekhna…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Raaste badal chuke he….manzil ab bhi wahi hain…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na main galat hu…naa wo galat.….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Galat&amp;nbsp; thi ummeed….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Khaab maine bhi pale the…..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Par khel to kismat khel gai…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aaj jab wo panne palte…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;To yaad aaya….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sab kuch wahi hain….par kuch kami hain….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aaj main hu….to wo nahi hain….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br class=&quot;Apple-interchange-newline&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karishmathinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3426003966545744254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6783998910893004963/3426003966545744254?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783998910893004963/posts/default/3426003966545744254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783998910893004963/posts/default/3426003966545744254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karishmathinks.blogspot.com/2012/01/kuch-kami-hain.html' title='Kuch Kami Hain...!!!'/><author><name>Karishma Ankleshwaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040060852118293829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxOCPM3iboNzSh6m7XRAGBZsvwM-3gy0Udv_XzHR-wVIFbie3MoNGGas_b1MHjCGfxLqm1PWGNsl0QRG3qSLT6nKkkJ6FuCuqp_TWbBrKeepc32Bo3Nqk6KC9uzeqoZc/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783998910893004963.post-2271467939139995158</id><published>2011-12-07T07:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T07:15:48.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANKAHI BAATEIN...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/b4/2c/alone,beach,girl,sad,woman,favorites-b42cee74cd7851d9316e784bf9e2c1d4_h.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;212&quot; src=&quot;http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/b4/2c/alone,beach,girl,sad,woman,favorites-b42cee74cd7851d9316e784bf9e2c1d4_h.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaj ek dard uth raha he seene me...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;jitna sochti hu...utni oolajhti jaa rahi hu.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;aaj kyu ye aankhein nam he..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;aaj kyu khaamosh hu main...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;aaj sach aur juth ek sa ho gaya he...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;in sitaaron me aaj chamak kyu kam lag rahi he...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;aaj chaand bhi ruthaa hua sa he...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;andar jo aag hua karti thi...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;wo aaj sirf dhuaan kyu he..?..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;aaj naa koi raasta he...naa koi manzil he...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;to fir ye kesi becheni he...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;aaj na jeet ki aas he...naa haarne ka darr...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;to fir mann me ye kesi ladaai he...?..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;ek baar tumne pucha tak nahi...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;ye jawaab kyu tumne maanga nahi...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;sawaalo ka dariyaa aaj umad raha he...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;lehrein aaj kyu karwate badal rahi he...?..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;ek junoon se pyaar kiya karti thi...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;aaj wo pyaar ek kahaani kyu ban gaya he..?..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;panne to saamne khule pade he...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;to aaj ye shabd kyu samaj nahi paa rahi hu..?..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;dil me ek dard sa he...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;aaj ek ghutan mehsus ho rahi he...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;kho gayi hu khai shaayad....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;yaa fir khud se bhaag rahi hu...?..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;aaj jab ye ankahi baatein sochti hu...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;to lagta he tufaan aane wala he...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;ab jab sheeshe me dekhti hu...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;to khud ko pehchaan nahi paati hu...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;mushkil he lafzon me keh paana....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;ye jataa paana logo ko...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;ye jo muskaan liye chal rahi hu chehre pe....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;wo to bas ek mukhota he...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;kyu aaj bhi seene me chupaaye chal rahi hu...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;wo kuch ankahi baatein...!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karishmathinks.blogspot.com/feeds/2271467939139995158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6783998910893004963/2271467939139995158?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783998910893004963/posts/default/2271467939139995158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783998910893004963/posts/default/2271467939139995158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karishmathinks.blogspot.com/2011/12/ankahi-baatein.html' title='ANKAHI BAATEIN...!!!'/><author><name>Karishma Ankleshwaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040060852118293829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxOCPM3iboNzSh6m7XRAGBZsvwM-3gy0Udv_XzHR-wVIFbie3MoNGGas_b1MHjCGfxLqm1PWGNsl0QRG3qSLT6nKkkJ6FuCuqp_TWbBrKeepc32Bo3Nqk6KC9uzeqoZc/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783998910893004963.post-4858154787885316550</id><published>2011-07-18T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T14:22:19.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE UNSPOKEN LOVE....!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The room was silent, when i walked in...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-nf3Qrd3u-ViQsdu5oVpVsqE6ErTsrw5Ba-yrRvszo7xcrBMWxrEyzpx_DWlEIgQxpk56SXPdxfKIx4zsMVCGLrUA5oWbtGU2Nbw51wQFWxcFO3kLjBZmezpzNnvuDyEswIRCUKTZTD9t/s320/Separation+Art+By+Injete+Chesoni_posterize.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;145&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-nf3Qrd3u-ViQsdu5oVpVsqE6ErTsrw5Ba-yrRvszo7xcrBMWxrEyzpx_DWlEIgQxpk56SXPdxfKIx4zsMVCGLrUA5oWbtGU2Nbw51wQFWxcFO3kLjBZmezpzNnvuDyEswIRCUKTZTD9t/s200/Separation+Art+By+Injete+Chesoni_posterize.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;it was my first day...so i dint dared to grin...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;i saw you for the first time...my mind went numb...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;people were interacting&amp;nbsp;with you...when i sat silent like a dumb...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;i liked you the day i saw you....but knew there were no hopes...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;i&amp;nbsp;couldn&#39;t help missing you...and i got caught in the&amp;nbsp;vicious ropes...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;the day passed by..and the nights kept changing...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;i remained silent...and my love kept aborning...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;my heart beats fast...and my cheeks are all red..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;i know i will get hurt...and that is exactly what i dread...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;so i chose not to tell you...and keep my feelings within...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;i watched you come and go...and now i&amp;nbsp;don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;know how long has it been...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;this is the story of my unspoken love...which i could never tell...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;love inside me never died...and it is bound to dwell...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;the day news came..he went far and away..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;i broke into&amp;nbsp;pieces...and my heart cried out whole day...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://wengyuen.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/nothing-can-separate-us-from-him.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;http://wengyuen.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/nothing-can-separate-us-from-him.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;i wish i had a chance...so i could have told you...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;that i fell in love...&amp;nbsp;unknowingly&amp;nbsp;out of the blue...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;but i guess this was destined...to remain unspoken...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;the story about this love...had a fate to stay broken...!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;WRITTEN BY: Karishma Ankleshwaria&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karishmathinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4858154787885316550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6783998910893004963/4858154787885316550?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783998910893004963/posts/default/4858154787885316550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783998910893004963/posts/default/4858154787885316550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karishmathinks.blogspot.com/2011/07/unspoken-love.html' title='THE UNSPOKEN LOVE....!!!!'/><author><name>Karishma Ankleshwaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040060852118293829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxOCPM3iboNzSh6m7XRAGBZsvwM-3gy0Udv_XzHR-wVIFbie3MoNGGas_b1MHjCGfxLqm1PWGNsl0QRG3qSLT6nKkkJ6FuCuqp_TWbBrKeepc32Bo3Nqk6KC9uzeqoZc/s113/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-nf3Qrd3u-ViQsdu5oVpVsqE6ErTsrw5Ba-yrRvszo7xcrBMWxrEyzpx_DWlEIgQxpk56SXPdxfKIx4zsMVCGLrUA5oWbtGU2Nbw51wQFWxcFO3kLjBZmezpzNnvuDyEswIRCUKTZTD9t/s72-c/Separation+Art+By+Injete+Chesoni_posterize.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783998910893004963.post-7846834709206594936</id><published>2011-05-14T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T13:03:52.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forever...till the end...!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtibEyMy5os9M0XSYOJ_FpHyX2qNegSQ7FkxYc-ayVI0bHUJ_QhnKyfemFx5vahLt7HVDqYDtToNJgfBgCGlWlRodE7oMUmo4sWAPB7mNT6SmuQSfm_Iun8Rg4qaBKNMf6mscgBlaZjDuN/s1600/romance_singles1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;176&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtibEyMy5os9M0XSYOJ_FpHyX2qNegSQ7FkxYc-ayVI0bHUJ_QhnKyfemFx5vahLt7HVDqYDtToNJgfBgCGlWlRodE7oMUmo4sWAPB7mNT6SmuQSfm_Iun8Rg4qaBKNMf6mscgBlaZjDuN/s200/romance_singles1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Wonderful feeling it is...to just hold your hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;walk thousands of miles...and explore the foreign lands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;the beautiful mornings with you....and those peaceful nights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;i remember talking late night...and even d smallest fights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;you know what i want...n u know what i need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;whatever i asked...u silently agreed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;i am a princess to u...and i am your queen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;oh baby um addicted...you are my caffeine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;u made me realize...how it felt to be special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;to be real...and just not be someone artificial...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;soft is your touch....pure is your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;memories of u...make me fly like a dove...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;i can die in peace...if you are with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;i can bear the worst pain...n drown in the deepest sea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;just walk and...hold my hand till the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;listen to the song...of romantic band...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;oh baby....just close your eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;live the dreams...and forget the lies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;lets paint our love on the canvas...lets make a dream castle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;a peaceful country....where there would be no hassle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;just don&#39;t care about the world for once...run freely through the&amp;nbsp;fields.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;enjoy this moment for now...and see what peace it&amp;nbsp;yields...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;you the most awaited event of my life...and the best chapter of my book...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;i love your smile and the way you care...there is some charm and&amp;nbsp;charisma&amp;nbsp;in your look...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://mamimomikuto.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/coffee20love.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;138&quot; src=&quot;http://mamimomikuto.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/coffee20love.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;the story has just begun...there is so much yet to get...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;it has always been about you...since the day JAB WE MET...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karishmathinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7846834709206594936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6783998910893004963/7846834709206594936?isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783998910893004963/posts/default/7846834709206594936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783998910893004963/posts/default/7846834709206594936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karishmathinks.blogspot.com/2011/05/forevertill-end.html' title='forever...till the end...!!!!'/><author><name>Karishma Ankleshwaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040060852118293829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxOCPM3iboNzSh6m7XRAGBZsvwM-3gy0Udv_XzHR-wVIFbie3MoNGGas_b1MHjCGfxLqm1PWGNsl0QRG3qSLT6nKkkJ6FuCuqp_TWbBrKeepc32Bo3Nqk6KC9uzeqoZc/s113/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtibEyMy5os9M0XSYOJ_FpHyX2qNegSQ7FkxYc-ayVI0bHUJ_QhnKyfemFx5vahLt7HVDqYDtToNJgfBgCGlWlRodE7oMUmo4sWAPB7mNT6SmuQSfm_Iun8Rg4qaBKNMf6mscgBlaZjDuN/s72-c/romance_singles1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783998910893004963.post-3257386276971519662</id><published>2011-04-21T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T17:36:36.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURVIVE...!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2801/4430956541_02b9241b36.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2801/4430956541_02b9241b36.jpg&quot; width=&quot;198&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #274e13; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I thought of telling you this...but then...i stopped...i choked...the memories of the scene came rushing in my head...everything looked so surreal...did it actually happen or was i just dreaming....oh no...i think its time for a reality check now...sounds were floating back in the background....i heard you saying something about being calm...no..i wasn&#39;t listening....my senses were all numb...how was i supposed to react to that...after all i had seen a DEATH today... just in front of my eyes...didn&#39;t you feel the pain and agony...&amp;nbsp;didn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;you hear the loud grievous cries....didn&#39;t you see that suffering voice asking for help...you were with me...yes you were standing just beside me...did you forgot so easily that we were together when the incident took place....we were standing like silent dead&amp;nbsp;mannequins..we din&#39;t make any attempt to move...i wished we had taken a step forward...may be we could have saved...are we her MURDERERS..????..no..it was not supposed to be like that...then why did it happen...why..????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #274e13; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #274e13; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;IF ONLY.........I......me.......you.......we.......they.......and all.......would have tried...to save this planet from dying then mother earth would not have ceased to exist...our ignorance has killed her..yes we are the murderers...we ourselves left her in the hands of cruel pollution, corruption, theft, murder, rape, kidnapping, terrorism, global warming, poverty, unemployment, hunger, deforestation, dirty politics, and the list will go on...it is not as small as you had imagined it to be my friend....its so long that it can actually break all records...after leaving our mother earth to fight with all these enemies..how can we even imagine that she was going to survive.....NO ONE COULD AND NOR DID SHE....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #274e13; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #274e13; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don&#39;t blame her...i point my finger at myself and you....why did we always depended on somebody else to do it...why didn&#39;t we take a little pain and help her fight...we could have saved her..IF ONLY we would have tried....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #274e13; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #274e13; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS will happen my dear friends...if we don&#39;t change our attitude...if we don&#39;t change our lifestyles...It only takes a little effort to help...we are living in an era of millions of young and mature people...why not every individual just take a single step...and together we can take millions of steps which will help us to finish our quest at a faster pace...and i promise it would be faster than one can imagine....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #274e13; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just start with little things..and before you know...you will be contributing generous deeds..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #274e13; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;COME HERE....LETS STAND TOGETHER and make a promise to be more responsible and active regarding our actions....who knows...WE might just be able to SURVIVE....!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Written By: Karishma Ankleshwaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #274e13; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karishmathinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3257386276971519662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6783998910893004963/3257386276971519662?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783998910893004963/posts/default/3257386276971519662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783998910893004963/posts/default/3257386276971519662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karishmathinks.blogspot.com/2011/04/survive.html' title='SURVIVE...!!!!'/><author><name>Karishma Ankleshwaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040060852118293829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxOCPM3iboNzSh6m7XRAGBZsvwM-3gy0Udv_XzHR-wVIFbie3MoNGGas_b1MHjCGfxLqm1PWGNsl0QRG3qSLT6nKkkJ6FuCuqp_TWbBrKeepc32Bo3Nqk6KC9uzeqoZc/s113/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2801/4430956541_02b9241b36_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783998910893004963.post-2330191185770311310</id><published>2011-04-08T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:34:05.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ENDING...!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/23293_112680895443394_2956_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;192&quot; src=&quot;http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/23293_112680895443394_2956_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love is an emotion...from which you cant run away...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;you had to come back....at the end of the day....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;i knew you love me...from the bottom of your heart....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;not only in present....but since the day it all start...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The day was full of drama..and all emotions&amp;nbsp;uncensored...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;not only us..but friends too got captured...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;tears fell down...by the road side lane...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;how everything got apart..no one could explain...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;today we&amp;nbsp;realized..how&amp;nbsp;friends&amp;nbsp;are important...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;they stood by us...and proved they are brilliant...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;never ignore true friends...is what i have learned...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;they are the light in darkness..and they are the ones concerned....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;the day ended with a good note...with faces full of smiles...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;we all promised to stay together...and stay connected for millions of miles...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;(poem is dedicated to such exclusive friends i have in my life...and to everyone..value your friends..believe me..they will value you million times more in return..:):)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;{ P.S - mrinu n shaan..u are the best }&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;WRITTEN BY: Karishma Ankleshwaria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.graphicsdb.com/data/media/566/Thanks_for_being_my_friend.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://www.graphicsdb.com/data/media/566/Thanks_for_being_my_friend.gif&quot; width=&quot;241&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karishmathinks.blogspot.com/feeds/2330191185770311310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6783998910893004963/2330191185770311310?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783998910893004963/posts/default/2330191185770311310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783998910893004963/posts/default/2330191185770311310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karishmathinks.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-ending.html' title='HAPPY ENDING...!!!!'/><author><name>Karishma Ankleshwaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040060852118293829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxOCPM3iboNzSh6m7XRAGBZsvwM-3gy0Udv_XzHR-wVIFbie3MoNGGas_b1MHjCGfxLqm1PWGNsl0QRG3qSLT6nKkkJ6FuCuqp_TWbBrKeepc32Bo3Nqk6KC9uzeqoZc/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783998910893004963.post-6465221423804911808</id><published>2011-04-06T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:24:45.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HEART WILL WAIT...no matter you go....!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://fsb.zedge.net/content/2/9/1/3/1-6210361-2913-t.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;http://fsb.zedge.net/content/2/9/1/3/1-6210361-2913-t.jpg&quot; width=&quot;149&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;O BABY i miss you....how can i deny....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;you are the one i loved...and i can rely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;baby um not wrong...why don&#39;t you understand....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;you are the only one....to whom i gave my hand.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;you said you don&#39;t need me...o baby please say its a lie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;my life is all about you....separation is killing me n making me die....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;listen to this sound...in the silence of my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;it is crying for you...please don&#39;t break it apart....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;it feels like years..that we have not talked....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;since the last time i called you...you looked away and walked....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;wait for a moment...and try to analyse....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;whatever you are thinking...is wrong you will&amp;nbsp;realize....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;very first day i met you..i knew you were the one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;how can u just say...its over and we are done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;you were silent the whole day...cant you see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;even you are getting hurt....along with me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;i wasn&#39;t even prepared...when you broke my heart....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;it was the same day....when we promised to never depart....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;if you need a break...i will give you time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;killing our relation..is no less then a crime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;there were also events...when you were wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;you are just blaming me for...a mistake where i don&#39;t belong....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;responsibility is a part..when you are in a relation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;you cant handle that...you said its creating frustration....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;my heart still cant except...that&amp;nbsp;everything&amp;nbsp;is over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;my soul thinks you will come back...and that he is an&amp;nbsp;achiever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;how do i console...the tears of my heart.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;which will always wait for you....even if we get apart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;WRITTEN BY: Karishma Ankleshwaria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/138747/missing-you-teddy-cute.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/138747/missing-you-teddy-cute.gif&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;enjoying the pain that i suffer...and taking my patience test...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;the pain is really hard....how do i explain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;o please come back ma love....don&#39;t let our love suffer this strain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;WHY do you doubt me...when you know how much i care....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;have struggled for this relationship...and it was nothing i do swear....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;i called my friend cute...and that bothered you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;what about the day you went...for dinner with the girl i hate you knew....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;two days of friendship with those unknown pals....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;you went with your best friend for lunch with those girls....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;you never told me..about all those brunch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;i heard it from somewhere...and it felt like a punch....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;i don&#39;t care &amp;nbsp;that you went and what you did....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;the reason i felt bad...is because you hid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;my friend from the school...was known longer than those girls....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;and still you blame me...for cheating and lying curls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;break up is not an answer...to all the problems...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;is what you taught me...when i acted like those dumbs.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;now you want me...to go far and away....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;caught in your own words..like a struggling prey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;o stop all these fightings...is what i beg....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;i miss those walks in rain....with no shoes in the leg....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;my morning was your smile...and night was your dreams....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;how can you forget...those moments and ice creams....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;yes we are perfect...together o my dear....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;separation&amp;nbsp;has made you dull...and filled me with fear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;lying to ourselves...is the last thing expected....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;not only us...but our friends are also affected....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;i know you are hurt...and feeling depressed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;but all you think is an illusion...n creating all this unrest....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;open your heart...and listen what it says...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;isn&#39;t it missing...all those beautiful days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;O please come back my love....and leave the sad breath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.scrapsplanet.com/content/miss-you/miss-you-2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;http://www.scrapsplanet.com/content/miss-you/miss-you-2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;i beg please don&#39;t do this..and SAVE OUR LOVE from the DEATH.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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