<?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-6737316447256179613</id><updated>2024-08-31T09:53:09.342+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sri-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737316447256179613/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sri-stories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sriram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04009357315414896881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpyFFW1cp2zBT56I7pp3-_jflNSU7e8AR15j4u480v-ajJhHbo3RuUpboFgUpqdbpQQ3n_MyO8n9ohquqonoSVR1MQzl2NF9lViny21AKJc7IaR8I_Iyf02T-CqXykA/s220/suoooooo.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737316447256179613.post-3128249247990131411</id><published>2011-09-18T16:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-18T16:36:12.701+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Beauty of a Girl</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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At dawn, I see the sun rise,&lt;br /&gt;
Casting its light on those beautiful eyes,&lt;br /&gt;
As the sun rises up, I see a rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;
Everything so mysterious, it&#39;s like my mind is ready to blow.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gloomy places I go to, full of sadness and noise,&lt;br /&gt;
Gloomy they are, yet I go coz I got no other choice.&lt;br /&gt;
Gloomy were they, until I heard your voice,&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, it was that melody, one of God&#39;s own choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel your mere presence,&lt;br /&gt;
It has its own special essence.&lt;br /&gt;
Yet even when you&#39;re not around,&lt;br /&gt;
My heart rings your magical sounds.&lt;br /&gt;
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You are a written script so indepth,&lt;br /&gt;
Need keep no hidden secrets.&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re a wonder I completely admire,&lt;br /&gt;
If i say i&#39;m blind about your presence, I&#39;d only be a liar.&lt;br /&gt;
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You are a treat for the men’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;
Jam for their souls, subject to their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;
You should be the envy of all women&lt;br /&gt;
With skin so delicate as linen.&lt;br /&gt;
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You are the reason why now I write&lt;br /&gt;
These simple lines so soft and lite.&lt;br /&gt;
Yet, no amount of art can, e’en for a while&lt;br /&gt;
Describe the true beauty bestowed on your smile..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;-Sriram Kumar!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sri-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3128249247990131411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6737316447256179613/3128249247990131411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737316447256179613/posts/default/3128249247990131411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737316447256179613/posts/default/3128249247990131411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sri-stories.blogspot.com/2011/09/beauty-of-girl.html' title='Beauty of a Girl'/><author><name>Sriram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04009357315414896881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpyFFW1cp2zBT56I7pp3-_jflNSU7e8AR15j4u480v-ajJhHbo3RuUpboFgUpqdbpQQ3n_MyO8n9ohquqonoSVR1MQzl2NF9lViny21AKJc7IaR8I_Iyf02T-CqXykA/s220/suoooooo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737316447256179613.post-4375524616148155455</id><published>2011-05-16T23:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-16T23:34:41.895+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A TALE OF TWO LIVES.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Santosh, as the name suggests, was a very care-free rich guy. He just knew one thing about life. Its just once that you &amp;nbsp;get a chance to live it and so live it to the fullest. Whereas, Ajay on the other hand was from a very poor background, thriving parents, poverty stricken life, and everything on improvement of the family&#39;s standards depended on him. Both were doing their B.E (Mechanical) at PSG College of Engineering, Coimbatore.&lt;br /&gt;
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Accidently or Unknowingly, they became room-mates at their hostel and as time elapsed, they turned to be good friends. Santosh being a rich guy, he used to take Ajay for outings, pubs, hotels which were farfetched for Ajay&#39;s living. As they sailed with time, both became inter-dependent for each others survival, that is.. When the semester exams were about to start, Ajay helped Santosh get good scores and Santosh helped the condition of Ajay&#39;s family to be stable for living.&lt;br /&gt;
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As time passed by, they reached the 3rd year of their college lives which had a sudden twist. Aditi, was a fresher to the college pursuing her career at the Computer science Department of PSG. The boys who always stay together wherever they move, met Aditi together at the canteen on second day of her college.&lt;br /&gt;
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Their thoughts varied on seeing her for the first time. Each had his own description about her beauty.&lt;br /&gt;
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The stylish stud Santosh thought :&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aval Ulaga Azhagiyae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Nenjil Vizhindha Aruviyae&lt;br /&gt;
Andha Neela Veliyilae&lt;br /&gt;
Nenjam Neendha Thudithadhe&lt;br /&gt;
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Or-Vaerillaamal Neerillaamal Kannirandil Kaadhal Poothadhae&lt;br /&gt;
Or-Yaedillaamal Ezhuththillaamal Paadal Ondru Paarvai Paarthadhae..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;Sooner or later, he fell in love with Aditi..&lt;br /&gt;
But, Ajay did not find Aditi impressive. Rather, he never saw her physical beauty but her face told a lot of bad things about her to Ajay. So, Ajay did not find her character charming as her physical beauty was.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aditi, she was a girl from an upper middle class family with&amp;nbsp;long blond hair, heart-shaped face, huge blue eyes which were beautiful,&amp;nbsp;adorable dimples, naughty but charming smile&amp;nbsp;and brilliant white teeth. No one can just look her once and turn away. SHE WAS AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;
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With not much said about Ajay, Yes. Sooner or later Ajay was also in a relationship with Lavanya. Lavanya was a very poor girl with homely and traditional behaviour. They fell in love during their second year of college life. But, Lavanya didnt want Ajay to tell about their relationship to his close friend Santosh for her own concerns.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, later it was high time in their 3rd year so Ajay told about Lavanya to Santosh. And Santosh knowing that his friend was so happy with a girl for more than a year, he sooner wanted to fall in love with Aditi. But, as it always happens in life, poor parents of Lavanya have come to know of this love between Ajay and their daughter and so they being uneducated took evasive actions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lavanya&#39;s parents being poor, they wanted their daughter to marry a rich guy so that their family can be stable and they wanted their daughter to be happy unlike them. So, they didnt provide any room for improvement in her love. She was forcibly taken away from the college!&lt;br /&gt;
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The pain of separation was inescapable. Ajay was left back with only memories of Lavanya and him being together. The pain that was caused due to love affected him so much that even Santosh his bestest friend could not pull him out of such a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aditi being a fresher to the college didnt know much of the stories of seniors in the college. Everytime her eyes struck Ajay and Santosh in the canteen, she just found out one thing. Santosh being dumbstruck at her beauty and Ajay not bothering much about who was seeing him. Being a beautiful girl, she liked the way Ajay was reacting to her beauty. She liked his attitude unlike Santosh who everytime falls for her fresh.&lt;br /&gt;
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As conversations began between Santosh and Aditi, she said she wanted to meet Ajay at the nearby coffee shop that evening. Without any further question on that, Santosh agreed upon what she said. He was sure that if he said anything that Ajay should do. Ajay would be ready to do. And even, Ajay was slowly recovering from his pain. But, his heart was full of her smiles. At their room hours later, Ajay agreed upon meeting with Aditi at the coffee shop and thought it would make no change in him as he didnt like Aditi&#39;s attitude and always wanted Santosh to stay from her which was definitely an Himalayan task!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;At the coffee shop in the evening, Aditi was already waiting for Ajay eagerly. But, Ajay with no expectations just went as a formal meeting. All started off with Aditi chatting very formally with Ajay and his replies being more formal. Suddenly, she wanted to tell something important to him. He was not eager to know about it as he had already guessed what it must be. As he guessed right, Aditi proposed Ajay with that beautiful dimple bright face awaiting a positive reply. Ajay was still in memories of his past life and just made a move outside without any reply. Aditi, was shattered and left back with tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;As Ajay returned to the room, he saw a very excited Santosh who was completely on a high to know what happened at the coffee shop. As Ajay did not want to hide anything from him, he told what happened at the cafe. Santosh was broken completely, he did not believe what Ajay had told him. He always wanted Aditi to fall for him and when it did not happen he considered himself a failure which in life he never wanted to be. Before they were about to sleep, Santosh told Ajay that it was completely his life and so he should take the right decision. Both had a completely different night, Ajay with completely in memories of Lavanya and Santosh crying badly that his friend had taken away his dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Next day morning, Santosh had a sour throat with a blood red eye. He slowly started to stay away from Ajay as he thought he was lying just to make him move away from Aditi. He develops hatred towards him by not helping Ajay in anyway and during semester exams he starts to avoid Ajay&#39;s help. In the mean time, he starts spending more time with Aditi by taking her out, texting, chatting trying all means to gain attraction towards Aditi. Things got worse when Santosh decided to cook up stories about Ajay and change Aditi&#39;s perspective about Ajay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Aditi did not know about Lavanya&#39;s relationship with Ajay at all. So Santosh took that as an advantage and developed stories on that. He told her that Ajay was going around madly behind Lavanya and disturbed her too much and compelled her to marry him.On the other hand Lavanya was not even bothered about Ajay. To add fuel to fire, he told Aditi that Ajay was even planning to kill Lavanya&#39;s husband and kidnap her to marry her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Aditi who completely believed Santosh, started to hate Ajay to the core. She believed Santosh blindly and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;thankful to him for saving her from a bad guy. But, Ajay on the other side was crying within as he was badly missing Lavanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;A YEAR PASSED BY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;It was their final year and Santosh was almost about to fall in relationship with Aditi. When they were talking about their past college years. Santosh was completely shocked to see someone walking towards them. He wanted to divert Aditi somewhere else. But he failed as Aditi caught notice of that person who was dressed in a very simple saree. As the person moved more closer, Aditi was eager to know who it was. A soft depressed voice spoke out to Aditi who had Santosh alongside with her. &quot;Can I see Ajay?&quot; was the question. Immediately Aditi ordered Santosh to bring him and so he left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Aditi wanted to know who the person was and so they got a chance to talk alone for sometime..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;ADITI : May I know who you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;LAVANYA: I am Lavanya, I studied at this college a year back. Due to unfortunate circumstances my parents had&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;to take me away from the college and get me married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;ADITI : So, its you..! The girl who was chased so badly , tortured, pressurized by Ajay and still you wanna end &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; up meeting him. You know that he was a rogue who thought of even ruining your life by murdering your &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; husband and you still wanna come to see him..?? &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;LAVANYA : Shut up!! What do you know about Ajay? He is such a gem of a person. And listen to the truth, we both fell in love with each other. My parents didnt let this proceed and so they took me out of the college to get me married soon. Without even telling him I left the college that day, its been a year and a half since I saw him. And now was the chance I got to see him to deliver a good and bad news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;ADITI : What are you saying? The relationship was mutual between both of you? Then why did Santosh tell me the other way around? All bad things that changed my opinion on Ajay!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;LAVANYA : Haha.. Does Santosh love you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;ADITI : Badly.. He is so crazy about me. The day I proposed to Ajay and he rejected, from that day onwards he started to stay with me more than him. He impressed me by many ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;LAVANYA : Just to create a bad opinion and make you forget Ajay, Santosh has done this. Even in dreams i cant imagine of Ajay having a negative character! He is so pure like a crystal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;ADITI : Oh my god, I have been so foolish to listen to Santosh just because Ajay did not accept my proposal. Now I know the reason why he has refused my proposal. He must have badly been arrested in your thoughts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;MEANWHILE, AJAY ENTERS WITH SANTOSH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Lavanya&#39;s face grew the brightest it could ever get after seeing Ajay after almost two years. Santosh who was next to him knew what would have probably happened and decided to plead guilty. Aditi called Santosh and asked him whether what Lavanya said was true. Full of guilt, Santosh just could not lift his face up. Aditi was so disappointed with herself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Lavanya who wanted to talk to Ajay got her turn. She said she had a good and a bad news to tell her. Asking for the good thing first she said she was 3 months pregnant and for the bad thing was that her husband died in a plane crash last month. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Almost in tears with mixed emotions Ajay had his chance to talk. He held the hands of Santosh and Aditi together and told Aditi that it happens in love. If one starts to love someone very deeply, they dont even know whether what they are doing is right or wrong. All they look for is to get their girl for which they will be ready to do the cheapest thing on earth. Adding more he said, if he had stood in same position of Santosh, he would have done the same. Ajay with his speech convinced Aditi. Aditi and Santosh hugged. Ajay was happy. To Lavanya, all he wanted to promise was that he was ready to be a financial aid to her small family and the baby&#39;s future.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Emotions filled with happiness on one side for Santosh and Aditi through love and happiness on other side for Ajay and Lavanya through satisfaction in both lives. &amp;nbsp;Santosh cried badly asking for complete forgiveness to Ajay for which Ajay all had to say... &quot;DUDE, SHALL WE GO TO THE CANTEEN TOGETHER AGAIN AND SHARE A CUP OF &amp;nbsp;TEA?&quot; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;A STORY BY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Sriram Kumar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It just makes me feel light&lt;br /&gt;
And just to see her sleep tight&lt;br /&gt;
I would love to have sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
People say she looks similar to me&lt;br /&gt;
Which I have never agreed upon&lt;br /&gt;
For she has always been my angel&lt;br /&gt;
A princess who makes me alive&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her small hands that curls my fingers&lt;br /&gt;
Those soft legs that kick me softly ,&lt;br /&gt;
Every art of her makes me adore her&lt;br /&gt;
For she is the special one for me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The bonding between us has reached peaks&lt;br /&gt;
For now I just cannot imagine,&lt;br /&gt;
The fact that she is gonna leave me&lt;br /&gt;
Just leaving tears behind me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still , I put up a cheerful front&lt;br /&gt;
And wave her a bye with a kiss ,&lt;br /&gt;
A kiss that ensures closeness forever&lt;br /&gt;
As I cannot be myself without her&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Time just flies away with her&lt;br /&gt;
As she just carried me with her&lt;br /&gt;
But , those memories shall always remain&lt;br /&gt;
Locked in my heart forever&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can write much more about her&lt;br /&gt;
For now , I am just out of words&lt;br /&gt;
The reason why I cannot portray her&lt;br /&gt;
Is that beautiful things put me at a stop&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As of now , I love so much baby&lt;br /&gt;
Forever till my last breath&lt;br /&gt;
Its you who I will always possess&lt;br /&gt;
As the costliest treasure in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;OVE &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;OU &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;OADS &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&quot;IMPLIE KUTTY&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;From K.Sriram Kumar &amp;nbsp;To My Dearest Niece Samyuktha &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sri-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8019625425173036150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6737316447256179613/8019625425173036150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737316447256179613/posts/default/8019625425173036150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737316447256179613/posts/default/8019625425173036150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sri-stories.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-little-princess.html' title='My Little Princess! :)'/><author><name>Sriram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04009357315414896881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpyFFW1cp2zBT56I7pp3-_jflNSU7e8AR15j4u480v-ajJhHbo3RuUpboFgUpqdbpQQ3n_MyO8n9ohquqonoSVR1MQzl2NF9lViny21AKJc7IaR8I_Iyf02T-CqXykA/s220/suoooooo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737316447256179613.post-4626278925971251722</id><published>2010-11-18T20:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-18T20:17:46.989+05:30</updated><title type='text'>உயிரே....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;என் கண்கள் ஏன்குதோ !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;உன்னை காண...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;என் உதடுகள் துடிகுதோ !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;உன்னை முத்தமிட..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;என் கைகள் வேண்டுதோ !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;உன்னை அனைக்க&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;என் கால்கள் ஓடியதோ !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;உன்னை சேர்ந்திட&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;என் உடல், பொருள், ஆவி&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;அனைத்தும் உன்னகே&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;என் உயிர் காதலி..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;வந்தனன் கண்டேன்&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;உன் பளீர் மிகு மேனியை&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;என்னை கண்டனன் நீ சென்றாய்&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;என்னை சேராமல் ! யார் என்று தெரியாமல்!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;காதலின் வலி இதுவோ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;என்று நான்&amp;nbsp; எண்ணினேன்..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;வலியும்&amp;nbsp; சுகமே என்று நன் சிரித்தேன்&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;என் வாழ்க்கையில் நீ தான்&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;என்றேன் நான் !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;ஆனால் ஏமாளியோ நான்&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;உன் வாழ்க்கையில் யார் என்று எண்ணவில்லை&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;என்றும் வெற்றி நிச்சயம் என்ற எனக்கு&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;தோல்வியை நீ புகட்டினாய்&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;உன்னை காண ஏங்கும் என் கண்களை&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;இனி என்னால் ஏமாற்ற முடியாது&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;ஆதலால் அவைகளை என்றென்றும் மூடினேன்&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&quot;உயிர் கொடுப்பான் தோழன் , உயிர் எடுப்பாள் காதலி&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;என்பது உண்மையாகிவிட்டது ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;இந்த நொடியிலும் நீ தான் வந்தாய்&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;என் கனவிலும் உன்னை பற்றி நான்&amp;nbsp; நினைக்க!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;நம் காதல் தொடரும் என்று நீ சொல்ல,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;பார்க்க வேண்டாம் என்று கண்களை மூடிய&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;பிறகும் நீ வந்தாய் ! எண்ணத்தில்&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;உன்னை மறக்க முடியாது என்று நினைத்து&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;என் வெற்றியை விலகி சென்றேன் நான் &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;ஆனால் அன்பே நீ என்னக்கு தந்த தோல்வியும் வெற்றிதான்&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; இப்படிக்கு&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt; நான்&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; அன்புள்ள &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;நீ.... &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ஸ்ரீ ராம் குமார்.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sri-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4626278925971251722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6737316447256179613/4626278925971251722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737316447256179613/posts/default/4626278925971251722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737316447256179613/posts/default/4626278925971251722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sri-stories.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='உயிரே....'/><author><name>Sriram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04009357315414896881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpyFFW1cp2zBT56I7pp3-_jflNSU7e8AR15j4u480v-ajJhHbo3RuUpboFgUpqdbpQQ3n_MyO8n9ohquqonoSVR1MQzl2NF9lViny21AKJc7IaR8I_Iyf02T-CqXykA/s220/suoooooo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737316447256179613.post-3663962785598806054</id><published>2010-11-16T18:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-16T18:01:46.873+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I KNEW SHE WOULD LEAVE..!</title><content type='html'>Stranded between problems, I remained&lt;br /&gt;
Begging for a soul to pull me out&lt;br /&gt;
She came with a smile and pulled me,&lt;br /&gt;
Away from all the pain that was mine..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Never too late man&#39; she advised me&lt;br /&gt;
Tapping on my shoulders to move on&lt;br /&gt;
But, I never thought she would leave me&lt;br /&gt;
Pushing me to hell again..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The closer she was, the farther she went&lt;br /&gt;
Now, just the sight of me irritates her&lt;br /&gt;
Anything which made me unhappy, made her happy&lt;br /&gt;
Always for her to be happy, I remained unhappy..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I always wanted to be first in her life&lt;br /&gt;
Which made fights common between us..&lt;br /&gt;
The heights of possessiveness was unexplainable&lt;br /&gt;
And so, I knew she would leave me..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now, she left me as I was bugging enough&lt;br /&gt;
The feeling of being hated kills me inside&lt;br /&gt;
I need her back badly for what she was&lt;br /&gt;
But now, she was always happy being without me..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I just cant see her smile now&lt;br /&gt;
I just can see her moving away from me&lt;br /&gt;
I just do not wanna lose her now&lt;br /&gt;
For, none can replace her in my life&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still sit in dark and think&lt;br /&gt;
What went wrong between us&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I was too caring and affectionate to her&lt;br /&gt;
Which was not what she expected&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I knew she would leave me&lt;br /&gt;
With a huge sigh of relief,&lt;br /&gt;
Thinking that I am happy without her&lt;br /&gt;
But, here I lay collapsed, in her thoughts madly..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sriram Kumar..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sri-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3663962785598806054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6737316447256179613/3663962785598806054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737316447256179613/posts/default/3663962785598806054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737316447256179613/posts/default/3663962785598806054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sri-stories.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-knew-she-would-leave.html' title='I KNEW SHE WOULD LEAVE..!'/><author><name>Sriram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04009357315414896881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpyFFW1cp2zBT56I7pp3-_jflNSU7e8AR15j4u480v-ajJhHbo3RuUpboFgUpqdbpQQ3n_MyO8n9ohquqonoSVR1MQzl2NF9lViny21AKJc7IaR8I_Iyf02T-CqXykA/s220/suoooooo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737316447256179613.post-4529419367123299645</id><published>2010-11-02T14:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-02T14:24:50.748+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pain of Love..</title><content type='html'>She said she loved me&lt;br /&gt;
She said she cared&lt;br /&gt;
She said she would do anything for me&lt;br /&gt;
But, why am I the one&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP4CTy4pQTMxnyYwwgVgXMT0oZLw-k1H90SemMeXUj7AaC7_2taBXDe_s2Rcb3Zh993P_NH_iUkjsyxVpG_39GSnQ5F6TFm-c-UqIPvRLOC7IFq8UHCU5cKaKEsaafj_aIEuwtp9P3AIYX/s1600/3.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;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP4CTy4pQTMxnyYwwgVgXMT0oZLw-k1H90SemMeXUj7AaC7_2taBXDe_s2Rcb3Zh993P_NH_iUkjsyxVpG_39GSnQ5F6TFm-c-UqIPvRLOC7IFq8UHCU5cKaKEsaafj_aIEuwtp9P3AIYX/s320/3.JPG&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lying alone here?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She said she would do anything&lt;br /&gt;
Just for three little words&lt;br /&gt;
Then why was I the one&lt;br /&gt;
To prove myself to her?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She said she would never hurt me&lt;br /&gt;
She said she would never leave me&lt;br /&gt;
Then why am I,&lt;br /&gt;
Sitting all alone here&lt;br /&gt;
Waiting for a miracle to happen&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She said she would do anything,&lt;br /&gt;
To make me happy&lt;br /&gt;
She said she would never betray&lt;br /&gt;
Then why was I the one,&lt;br /&gt;
To be cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;
Just to realize that I am not the one..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pain of love?&lt;br /&gt;
Truth of heart?&lt;br /&gt;
She just cannot leave me here,&lt;br /&gt;
She would never just break my heart!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She said she loved me&lt;br /&gt;
She said she cared&lt;br /&gt;
She said she would even die for me&lt;br /&gt;
So why am I the one,&lt;br /&gt;
To be collapsed badly on the floor..!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sri-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4529419367123299645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6737316447256179613/4529419367123299645' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737316447256179613/posts/default/4529419367123299645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737316447256179613/posts/default/4529419367123299645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sri-stories.blogspot.com/2010/11/pain-of-love.html' title='Pain of Love..'/><author><name>Sriram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04009357315414896881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpyFFW1cp2zBT56I7pp3-_jflNSU7e8AR15j4u480v-ajJhHbo3RuUpboFgUpqdbpQQ3n_MyO8n9ohquqonoSVR1MQzl2NF9lViny21AKJc7IaR8I_Iyf02T-CqXykA/s220/suoooooo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP4CTy4pQTMxnyYwwgVgXMT0oZLw-k1H90SemMeXUj7AaC7_2taBXDe_s2Rcb3Zh993P_NH_iUkjsyxVpG_39GSnQ5F6TFm-c-UqIPvRLOC7IFq8UHCU5cKaKEsaafj_aIEuwtp9P3AIYX/s72-c/3.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737316447256179613.post-1939698487818819033</id><published>2010-10-15T13:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-05T17:11:41.639+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pain- Inside Myself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Lonely and hurt&lt;br /&gt;
Broken I remain..&lt;br /&gt;
Residing in hell&lt;br /&gt;
Living in pain..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Masked by lies&lt;br /&gt;
I slowly fade away&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn3u0rw1iqAQO52GJypPX1YPj-SrdtXKRtZ59dikexmWenokrTpCPTlf4IsbLNlkAyIwem6SlXLOh6HubC7XfMD6uF8bhm-BCF8Ya7swnIPBrcc0-cC49lIHCmu6_IOujONagcLVJ1y19C/s1600/LH.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;278&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn3u0rw1iqAQO52GJypPX1YPj-SrdtXKRtZ59dikexmWenokrTpCPTlf4IsbLNlkAyIwem6SlXLOh6HubC7XfMD6uF8bhm-BCF8Ya7swnIPBrcc0-cC49lIHCmu6_IOujONagcLVJ1y19C/s320/LH.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The nightmare I live with,&lt;br /&gt;
each and everyday..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Stay strong, keep going&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Its never too late..&quot; they said&lt;br /&gt;
No one seems to realize&lt;br /&gt;
Its no worth to wait..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is nothing called,&lt;br /&gt;
Help outside your own self&lt;br /&gt;
Its you against yourself&lt;br /&gt;
With the demons intertwined&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its a battle hard fought,&lt;br /&gt;
But never to be won..&lt;br /&gt;
Either way, you end up losing,&lt;br /&gt;
When its all said and done...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Too late she came and passed&lt;br /&gt;
and of now, there is nothing more&lt;br /&gt;
I wrote my own ending,&lt;br /&gt;
And I shut my own door..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Live your life to the fullest&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
thats what they all advised..&lt;br /&gt;
But whats the point trying..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHEN I&#39;M ALREADY DEAD....!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is not my own poem.. But I just posted it coz I love the way the guy has written it! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sri-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1939698487818819033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6737316447256179613/1939698487818819033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737316447256179613/posts/default/1939698487818819033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737316447256179613/posts/default/1939698487818819033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sri-stories.blogspot.com/2010/10/pain-inside-myself.html' title='Pain- Inside Myself...'/><author><name>Sriram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04009357315414896881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpyFFW1cp2zBT56I7pp3-_jflNSU7e8AR15j4u480v-ajJhHbo3RuUpboFgUpqdbpQQ3n_MyO8n9ohquqonoSVR1MQzl2NF9lViny21AKJc7IaR8I_Iyf02T-CqXykA/s220/suoooooo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn3u0rw1iqAQO52GJypPX1YPj-SrdtXKRtZ59dikexmWenokrTpCPTlf4IsbLNlkAyIwem6SlXLOh6HubC7XfMD6uF8bhm-BCF8Ya7swnIPBrcc0-cC49lIHCmu6_IOujONagcLVJ1y19C/s72-c/LH.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737316447256179613.post-4336422779173018342</id><published>2010-10-14T18:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-15T12:33:12.340+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love Its Magical :)</title><content type='html'>Its a word commonly used&lt;br /&gt;
When two hearts are completely fused..&lt;br /&gt;
When just the thought of her gives delight&lt;br /&gt;
Its shows the bonding is very tight..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEAtRvOE3SNwmgU5kNS6vwWtoYoC-GM_JGtWdUC1mcy2NYG6OT_NUvhFr4gEgUFNf3_S7aB5zEz3VZPiARoksf9UiQeZuHes8w5AoF3HdB-5CYx26wY9ScmcC6GGFjEs8SDQH69qt3Hrpw/s1600/My_Loveooooooo1.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; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEAtRvOE3SNwmgU5kNS6vwWtoYoC-GM_JGtWdUC1mcy2NYG6OT_NUvhFr4gEgUFNf3_S7aB5zEz3VZPiARoksf9UiQeZuHes8w5AoF3HdB-5CYx26wY9ScmcC6GGFjEs8SDQH69qt3Hrpw/s1600/My_Loveooooooo1.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When I look into her eyes&lt;br /&gt;
A cold breeze,freezes me..&lt;br /&gt;
And, the moment she smiles,&lt;br /&gt;
She waves off my cries completely..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Either way I end up thinking of her&lt;br /&gt;
Waiting for that moment in life,&lt;br /&gt;
That moment when I have her shoulders forever&lt;br /&gt;
As she completely becomes mine...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The happiness in seeing her smile everytime,&lt;br /&gt;
Is uncountable as the stars in the sky..&lt;br /&gt;
Its my duty to keep that dimple active&lt;br /&gt;
As long as she lives with me..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was a lonely guy amidst darkness&lt;br /&gt;
She pulled me away and showed me light,&lt;br /&gt;
The time when she held my hand to lead the way&lt;br /&gt;
I thought I should never leave them forever&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The times I have had problems&lt;br /&gt;
I search for her shoulders to rest on,&lt;br /&gt;
The tap she gives me on my head softly&lt;br /&gt;
Gives me equal relief as my mother&#39;s laps..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As of now forever, I dont wanna lose you&lt;br /&gt;
As you have become my life forever&lt;br /&gt;
The pain of separation is unexplainable&lt;br /&gt;
But, I&#39;m sure you wont put me back to darkness again..! :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sriram Kumar....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sri-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4336422779173018342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6737316447256179613/4336422779173018342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737316447256179613/posts/default/4336422779173018342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737316447256179613/posts/default/4336422779173018342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sri-stories.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-its-magical.html' title='Love Its Magical :)'/><author><name>Sriram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04009357315414896881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpyFFW1cp2zBT56I7pp3-_jflNSU7e8AR15j4u480v-ajJhHbo3RuUpboFgUpqdbpQQ3n_MyO8n9ohquqonoSVR1MQzl2NF9lViny21AKJc7IaR8I_Iyf02T-CqXykA/s220/suoooooo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEAtRvOE3SNwmgU5kNS6vwWtoYoC-GM_JGtWdUC1mcy2NYG6OT_NUvhFr4gEgUFNf3_S7aB5zEz3VZPiARoksf9UiQeZuHes8w5AoF3HdB-5CYx26wY9ScmcC6GGFjEs8SDQH69qt3Hrpw/s72-c/My_Loveooooooo1.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737316447256179613.post-7192337447096297967</id><published>2010-09-10T21:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-10T21:00:38.479+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Start..</title><content type='html'>Being a younger guy in age.. Highly influenced by Vikram&#39;s blogs.. I have joined Blogger to share my views, stories and life incidents too..!! As I am a new user.. Kindly bear with me if I do anything wrong and help me in rectifying the same..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sriram.... :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sri-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7192337447096297967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6737316447256179613/7192337447096297967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737316447256179613/posts/default/7192337447096297967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737316447256179613/posts/default/7192337447096297967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sri-stories.blogspot.com/2010/09/start.html' title='A Start..'/><author><name>Sriram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04009357315414896881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpyFFW1cp2zBT56I7pp3-_jflNSU7e8AR15j4u480v-ajJhHbo3RuUpboFgUpqdbpQQ3n_MyO8n9ohquqonoSVR1MQzl2NF9lViny21AKJc7IaR8I_Iyf02T-CqXykA/s220/suoooooo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>