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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3XeIYkWZscJxRQEyDpFN8nIJvkg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3XeIYkWZscJxRQEyDpFN8nIJvkg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/LklA/~4/4opEOjvhfkM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://rijuta-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/12/balance.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcNR3oyeyp7ImA9WxBTFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787348896028918323.post-2900223426615465342</id><published>2009-12-12T14:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:08:16.493+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-12T14:08:16.493+05:30</app:edited><title>The ignored Pain</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rijuta-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2900223426615465342/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rijuta-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/12/ignored-pain.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787348896028918323/posts/default/2900223426615465342?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787348896028918323/posts/default/2900223426615465342?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/LklA/~3/yGYd8BK0xXw/ignored-pain.html" title="The ignored Pain" /><author><name>Rijuta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11281831815292199360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iArY4cDfydA/TAIQWEHwCYI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gyw-2tfq_Ro/S220/solitary.jpg" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total><content type="html">I drive you from all your past pain, And loved you instead,You showed me all my past,And made me hate myself again. I forget and forgive myself,And live life happily,While you bring back all sweet past,And turn it into hate You were my love, baby,But you misunderstood me,You thought I was your play toy,And that, I could never see. Never a thing in me did you love,Just loved me for the care, that 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uify8DXce2ytPBu4sifdelQ-I98/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uify8DXce2ytPBu4sifdelQ-I98/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/LklA/~4/vgk9ZzaJcBA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://rijuta-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/12/progeria-mysteries-unveiled.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEACRXc-eSp7ImA9WxNaGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787348896028918323.post-4968792047286390301</id><published>2009-12-03T14:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:09:24.951+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-03T16:09:24.951+05:30</app:edited><title>Mann Udhana waryche..</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rijuta-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4968792047286390301/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rijuta-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/12/mann-udhana-waryche.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787348896028918323/posts/default/4968792047286390301?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787348896028918323/posts/default/4968792047286390301?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/LklA/~3/juLHzStg68I/mann-udhana-waryche.html" title="Mann Udhana waryche.." /><author><name>Rijuta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11281831815292199360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iArY4cDfydA/TAIQWEHwCYI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gyw-2tfq_Ro/S220/solitary.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">I saw this Marathi play today and it was a beautiful depiction of the young minds, how they play a role at their peak and how it all seems stupid in the end. These things, if not nipped in the bud, would destroy the youth’s life completely. I personally loved the play.There is a Kulkarni family of a man, his brother and his wife Neena living in a house. Neena is of 50’s and they have a son who is
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