<?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-1725083447795146561</id><updated>2026-08-28T21:56:09.273-07:00</updated><category term="Life"/><category term="Poetry"/><category term="Times"/><category term="Love"/><category term="Humor"/><category term="True story"/><category term="Emotions"/><category term="Lesson"/><category term="Fiction"/><category term="Story"/><category term="Tribute"/><category term="Conversation"/><category term="Politics"/><category term="series1"/><category term="Abstract"/><category term="Belief"/><category term="Festives"/><category term="Two Meanings"/><category term="Children"/><category term="Death"/><category term="Dog Speech"/><category term="Finance"/><category term="Girl child"/><category term="Michelle Series"/><category term="Period"/><category term="Petriotic"/><category term="Shock"/><category term="Dreams"/><category term="Full Version of Series1"/><category term="review"/><title type='text'>I Feel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-5615509258008444523</id><published>2026-08-13T07:26:33.851-07:00</published><updated>2026-08-13T07:26:37.070-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dreams"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>Tight Baby...</title><content type='html'>Ye hua toh wo hoega,&lt;div&gt;Ye hojaye to wo karega,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane kis-kis sapne main,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bandhe hain khushiyon ki pudiyan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Har Khushi ki condition tay kar rakhe hain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Par har mahine ke...aakhir main...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Condition hain tight baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baki sab loose baby.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ek pyari si bike lunga,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uspe baithe Leh Ladakh jaunga,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Use London ghumunga,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya goro ke desh ja... Gori ghumaunga....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Khwab hazaro, krodo rupiye main aise udaunga,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Par jab jeb tatole,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Budget hain tight baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Juban sabse loose baby.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Har wo mithai kahunga,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bina kisi rok tok ke har pakwan chakhunga,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Khaunga na rukunga,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phir pet phate ya dil tute,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na cholesterol ke khauf se piche hatunga....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Par jab nindh khule toh diet dorahu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kapde hain tang baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bass Fat loose baby....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/5615509258008444523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2026/08/tight-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/5615509258008444523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/5615509258008444523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2026/08/tight-baby.html' title='Tight Baby...'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-6355828763118846459</id><published>2025-03-15T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2025-08-16T11:35:34.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; Sharmili was a very&amp;nbsp;introvert, shy person; and her name went with her personality. Had lived her life in almost isolation; few friends; but friends which she could bank on as life savers; school friends with strong bonds. As it was not possible to live without interacting at all; with people&amp;nbsp;around her; with whom she was going to share 12+ years of her life; school life.&amp;nbsp;However, with age and progression comes a time when you leave your comfort&amp;nbsp;zone&amp;nbsp;and end up&amp;nbsp;at new shores. The college.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; Everyone; has to restart their life in a way in college; then job; have to find new friends; one can&#39;t just live out days only studying. Have to interact. Sharmili; had less time now; only 4 years till end of graduation. First year; she learned names of her classmates; only to know&amp;nbsp;students were to be assigned&amp;nbsp;new classes at start of 2nd year; which was spent in knowing names of the new student again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; The resets of life, the new shores new beginnings are quite guaranteed in the adult world, a job shift, a shift of location for job, even countries and beyond seven seas to different continents are all on the cards of faith or choices we make. And here is Sharmili still making friends or rather even acquaintances the first task of each year of existence! It becomes difficult if your bar is set lower than the world default; but it&#39;s what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; And then comes the third year of college; she makes fast progress and makes bunch of friends. Goes on various trips and learns a lot about all of them; their birthdays; she becomes first to wish, wish all the best for small meaningless tests that others don&#39;t even know about. Set reminders for many to not miss landmarks. Sometimes her friends feel like they never ever mentioned the stuff she remembers; but she knows.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Only to be hurt; hurt deep enough to reset herself to forget all of it and go into a shell. To live it off solo! For she requested one thing for her friends to remember and believe her. For all her life none had, and it was a special day, but because it happened to be on same day as a day celebrated as fool&#39;s day; none believed her for it to be her true birthday. People just brushed it off as an elaborate prank; but this time she believed others would remember it and celebrate it with her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; It was not as if she had taken others for granted; and still drop explicitly that its her birthday tomorrow. The 1st of April, and still her friends and just people to-be henceforth, did no celebrations and even ridiculed her for even suggesting as such. The trust was lost, and so were friends; saddened she reclused herself never to mix again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; Its not like others did not try to make it up to her later that day or next day; but time had already come to pass; water under the bridge had flowed away.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, small things in one&#39;s lives; may hold a lot more significance in others&#39; lives. A slice of bread may not seem much to the Russian Queen who had cake each day during the famine, but held enough significance in the minds of commoners that they killed her and Czar and his family and her Monk Rasputin during rebellion. The analogy may seem extreme, but for Sharmili it may have been the last straw.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/6355828763118846459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2020/07/the-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/6355828763118846459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/6355828763118846459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2020/07/the-hurt.html' title='The Hurt'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-3703647885975448008</id><published>2025-03-15T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2025-03-15T14:36:37.317-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>Saath...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sath hi chale thee kabhi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sangh hi chale thee kabhi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kab yun kis chal main phas gaya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Khali kamyabiyo ke tale dhaye gaya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jis hath ke liye chala tha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jis sath ke liye chala tha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wo sath hi bhul aayan hun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bada aagye chala aayan hun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bada aagye cahla aayan hun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kuch rastein badal gayein hain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kuch waqt sa badal gayan hain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya kuch main hi badal gayan hu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mud ke dekh rahan hun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Par wo mod hain hi nahi kahin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saath hi chale thee kabhi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wo sath hi bhul aaya hu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wo sukun hi tha sath mere tere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jis aas main itna chala hu main...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wo wahi hain....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tum kahi aur chal pahuchi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Main kahin aur chala aayan hun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ab toh ye jahan alag hain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ab toh tera jahan alag hain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Par Kehna tumhise hain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jab saath tha toh hamosh tha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ab shabdh hain toh kisse sunau...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Koi samajhne wala nahi hain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wo sukun chod aaya kahin main....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saath hi chale thee kabhi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hathon main hath liye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kuch hum chakachond huin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kuch tum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aur yun kab rahein badli....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ki hum loont na sake....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ek kadam do kadam...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kadam dar kadam fasle badhtein gayein...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faslein badhtein gayein....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/3703647885975448008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2025/03/saath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/3703647885975448008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/3703647885975448008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2025/03/saath.html' title='Saath...'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-5953552431405607446</id><published>2020-12-27T07:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2020-12-27T07:07:28.916-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>Crazy Thing Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This crazy thing;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No less than mind control;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lost functions;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of my head;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I Want is to;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;See you&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Click you&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;All I want is to; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Touch You&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Kiss You&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Feel You&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Things I need to do;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The responses I need to give;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;My emotions are in turmoil;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Smiling away like a fool;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;All I&amp;nbsp;do is to;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Go Crazy over you&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mushy Over You&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Dazy over You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;All I do is to;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Do to Know You&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;To Woo You&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;To Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What ever it may be;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;its all about you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The ten&#39;s of things I think off;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;all lead to you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;All I want is to;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hold You&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cuddle You&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Warm You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;All I want is to;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Fondle You&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Caress You&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Lift You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;To be with you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Even when not with you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Even in your innocence;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lose my innocence; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I want is .....to be with Youuuuu......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/5953552431405607446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2020/12/crazy-thing-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/5953552431405607446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/5953552431405607446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2020/12/crazy-thing-love.html' title='Crazy Thing Love!'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-2832776023512362077</id><published>2020-10-24T05:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2020-10-24T05:46:16.162-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>Come to me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When the weather is bad;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will come to you;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the weather is good;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You come to me;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I am happy;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;feeling lucky;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will share it with you;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you are feeling blue;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tears in eyes;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;seek me out;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the weather is good;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;clear blue skies;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just have fun;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the weather is bad;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the skies are stormy;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lets&amp;nbsp;share an umbrella together;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so come to me;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the days are bright;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nights are right;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dance your way through life;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the times are tough;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;trying up your mind;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;let lose some weight to my shoulders;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so come to me;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the weather is bad;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will come to you;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the weather is good;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You come to me;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When there&#39;s good news from me;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you will be first to hear;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If&amp;nbsp;there&#39;s bad news;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will be there with you;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for you;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so come to me;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If there is something;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;troubling you;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;speak your mind;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If there is something;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;holding you back;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;don&#39;t hold back;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If there is something;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;stopping you;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just go;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will be there;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when you require;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will stay;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you desire;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will let go;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you aspire to fly away;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will be still there....when you require..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the weather is bad;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will come to you;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the weather is good;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You come to me...&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/2832776023512362077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2020/10/come-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/2832776023512362077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/2832776023512362077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2020/10/come-to-me.html' title='Come to me....'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-1797003226806828759</id><published>2020-08-16T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2020-08-16T11:38:15.114-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>Its hard for me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Its hard for me;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;to forget you;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;to give up;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;on all those dreams;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;on all the fun times;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Its hard for me;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;to not miss you;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;to not see;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;the smile on your face;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;the warmth in your eyes;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Its hard for me;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;to hate you;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;to hate;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;the way you look at me;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;the way you make me feel;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Its hard for me;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;to love you;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;to love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;your trust in me;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;my reliance on you;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Its hard for me;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;to forget you;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;deep in my heart;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;in a desolate corner;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I will always remember......you......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/1797003226806828759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2020/08/its-hard-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/1797003226806828759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/1797003226806828759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2020/08/its-hard-for-me.html' title='Its hard for me...'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-3711917697140751918</id><published>2020-08-03T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2020-08-03T13:54:48.604-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lesson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>The way of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hmmm Hmm Hmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way of world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is not what you should follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suppressing feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the thought of the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is not what you should follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cry when the eyes tear up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile when the thoughts clear up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feelings are not to be gobbled up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way of world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is not what you should follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suppressing feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the&amp;nbsp;short lived goal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is not what you should follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scream when anger&amp;nbsp;heats up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laugh when happiness bubbles up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love het is not to be locked up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way of world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is not what you should follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pleasing false gods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the&amp;nbsp;claps of the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is not what you should follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clear up your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leave of your dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be born again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way of world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is not what you should follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the material world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grasping the fleeting dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is not what you should follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before the time slips by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never know when its time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;saying goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way of world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is not what you should follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the material world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loosing the way in rat race&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is not what you should follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;living behind a legacy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or a fond memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a loved one to love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way of world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is not what you should follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the glimpse of fame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trampling over&amp;nbsp;the hundred dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is not what you should follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be sad when sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be happy when happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be true to true self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way of world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is not what you should follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looks wont last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cling to false bonds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is not what you should follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the time shall pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tears shall run dry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but true love shall last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way of world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is not what you should follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suppressing feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the thought of the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is not what you should follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmmm ...hmm..hmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/3711917697140751918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2020/08/the-way-of-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/3711917697140751918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/3711917697140751918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2020/08/the-way-of-world.html' title='The way of the world'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-3368172671633341012</id><published>2020-07-26T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2020-07-26T12:12:44.966-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Death"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><title type='text'>Beyond the Grave....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
My Love from the grey;&lt;br /&gt;
beyond the grave;&lt;br /&gt;
long and far away;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know what I miss;&lt;br /&gt;
but something&#39;s amiss;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The darker than dark among the Shadows;&lt;br /&gt;
Lurking among my half imaginations;&lt;br /&gt;
amusing hallucinations;&lt;br /&gt;
scarily reassuring;&lt;br /&gt;
spreading warmth from the cold corner;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My Love from the grey;&lt;br /&gt;
beyond the grave;&lt;br /&gt;
long and far away;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know what I miss;&lt;br /&gt;
but something&#39;s amiss;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Watching over me;&lt;br /&gt;
The God over my lonely soul;&lt;br /&gt;
being my unseen company;&lt;br /&gt;
unaware in bliss;&lt;br /&gt;
ending my loneliness;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My Love from the grey;&lt;br /&gt;
beyond the grave;&lt;br /&gt;
long and far away;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know what I miss;&lt;br /&gt;
but something&#39;s amiss;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Blood curdling screams;&lt;br /&gt;
the unwanted scenes;&lt;br /&gt;
silent killing of dreams;&lt;br /&gt;
worldly possessions, obsessions;&lt;br /&gt;
anchoring me to life;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My Love from the grey;&lt;br /&gt;
beyond the grave;&lt;br /&gt;
long and far away;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know what I miss;&lt;br /&gt;
but something&#39;s amiss;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The allure to reach out;&lt;br /&gt;
the blur beyond the grey;&lt;br /&gt;
the creak covered in creeps;&lt;br /&gt;
the mist surrounding, making the grim scene;&lt;br /&gt;
blocking my reach;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My Love from the grey;&lt;br /&gt;
beyond the grave;&lt;br /&gt;
long and far away;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know what I miss;&lt;br /&gt;
but something&#39;s amiss;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My Love from the grey;&lt;br /&gt;
beyond the grave;&lt;br /&gt;
long and far away;&lt;br /&gt;
someday; &lt;br /&gt;
I will live out my stay and........meet you beyond the grave...&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/3368172671633341012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2020/07/beyond-grave.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/3368172671633341012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/3368172671633341012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2020/07/beyond-grave.html' title='Beyond the Grave....'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-1114318038702969163</id><published>2020-07-12T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2020-07-12T15:05:04.153-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Death"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>Dhua Dhua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Har pal ajeeb sa&amp;nbsp;yehsas hain&lt;br /&gt;
jaise kahin kabhi kuch paas tha&lt;br /&gt;
kuch dundhla sa yaad hain&lt;br /&gt;
kuch ghum sa hain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kuch Gam ki Baatien&lt;br /&gt;
kuch Numsi baatein&lt;br /&gt;
ye teri kuch harkatein&lt;br /&gt;
yunhi dil dukha jaatien hain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
jaise phislti rait rokna chahu main&lt;br /&gt;
waise hi waqt bitta jata hain&lt;br /&gt;
bahetien mann ke saath &lt;br /&gt;
udta jata hun main&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bin wajah ki mulakatein&lt;br /&gt;
yunhi jhalakti palkien&lt;br /&gt;
ye teri kuch harkatein&lt;br /&gt;
yunhi dil dukha jaatein hain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
bina uljhe uljhane wali baatein&lt;br /&gt;
tere saath hokar bhi na hone sa yehsaas &lt;br /&gt;
wo na hone sa yehsaas&lt;br /&gt;
har pal ajeeb sa yehsaas hain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
dhua dhua sa main&lt;br /&gt;
bin wajud sa&lt;br /&gt;
ye kiski perchaiye talashta hun main&lt;br /&gt;
kis shikast ki raha takh raha hun main&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Har pal ajeeb sa&amp;nbsp;yehsas hain&lt;br /&gt;
kuch dundhla sa yaad hain&lt;br /&gt;
aakhir ab dhund hi hun main&lt;br /&gt;
na jaane ab kis shikast ka intejar hain.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/1114318038702969163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2020/07/dhua-dhua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/1114318038702969163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/1114318038702969163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2020/07/dhua-dhua.html' title='Dhua Dhua...'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-2480196094222288675</id><published>2020-06-01T00:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2020-06-01T00:36:54.799-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><title type='text'>Love </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Love you love you love you I love you&lt;br /&gt;
there is no other thing&lt;br /&gt;
no reason&lt;br /&gt;
strength in my knees&lt;br /&gt;
goes away with the dimples in your cheeks&lt;br /&gt;
the fluttering&amp;nbsp;of my heart&lt;br /&gt;
with the very thought of you&lt;br /&gt;
the&amp;nbsp;pause of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;
with the very scent of you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love you love you love you I love you&lt;br /&gt;
there is no medical thing&lt;br /&gt;
no reason&lt;br /&gt;
nothing&#39;s wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;
just you being the focus of my life &lt;br /&gt;
the hope of my life&lt;br /&gt;
just your being being warmth of my life&lt;br /&gt;
the joy in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
just you being in my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love you love you love you I love you&lt;br /&gt;
there is no other being&lt;br /&gt;
no reason&lt;br /&gt;
if I am not the love of&amp;nbsp;your life&lt;br /&gt;
I will be still there&amp;nbsp;for you&lt;br /&gt;
if not in your heart&lt;br /&gt;
You will be still there in mine&lt;br /&gt;
if not in your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;
you will be there in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love you love you love you I love you&lt;br /&gt;
there is no other way of being&lt;br /&gt;
no reason&lt;br /&gt;
if I were a plant&lt;br /&gt;
I want to be a loved flower in your garden&lt;br /&gt;
if an animal&lt;br /&gt;
I want to be the pet showered with your love&lt;br /&gt;
if I were to exist&lt;br /&gt;
I want to be an existence loved&amp;nbsp;by you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love you love you love you I love you&lt;br /&gt;
there is no other thing&lt;br /&gt;
no reason&lt;br /&gt;
Just love you love you love you;&lt;br /&gt;
I love you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/2480196094222288675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2020/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/2480196094222288675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/2480196094222288675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2020/06/blog-post.html' title='Love '/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-6377349721778115223</id><published>2020-04-27T00:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2020-04-27T00:14:01.855-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><title type='text'>I miss you bro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
to dream.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Here;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
You are here&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
with me;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
you are not gone;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I called you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
talked for hours&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
its not the same;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
your voice;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
its still lingering;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
your songs;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
pjs;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Its not the same;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I can not;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I could not;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
dream up;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
the same;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
as you would have;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
said it;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
as you would have;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
imagined it;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I am not up;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
to the mark.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
There is no one;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
here to play the games;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
we played;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
its not the same;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
there are no horses;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
made of cushions;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
there are no swords;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
made of coconut leafs;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
there are no bowlers;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
to bat against;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
there is none to play with;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
the way we played;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
There is no one...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I can not dream up&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
the same;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
The carefree;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
The one whose;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Heart ruled over head;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
the unyielding;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
the one who&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
won hearts;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
friends across borders;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
friends across generations;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
friends without seeing you once;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
your legacy is unmatched;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I miss you bro.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/6377349721778115223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2020/04/i-miss-you-bro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/6377349721778115223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/6377349721778115223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2020/04/i-miss-you-bro.html' title='I miss you bro...'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-2541956541628220394</id><published>2020-04-02T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2020-04-02T11:11:42.084-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>Bas Kuch Pal...</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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Abhi toh﻿ bas kuch pal hi biten hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mere bas kuch kal hi biten hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wo Sunehri roshni aani baki hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ye raat dhalni baki hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aur kaafi waqt baki hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kahin duurrr wo muskurahat chooni baki hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ye ek Milne ki aas baki hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aur kaafi baatein baki hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Abhi toh﻿ bas kuch pal hi biten hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mere bas kuch kal hi biten hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wo talab si baki hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aakhir ye ek tadap si baki hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
mujhme kaafi teri chaaha baki hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
kisi manjil par meri shaurat bhi baki hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aakhir wo khwaish bhi baki hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aur kai karwate baki hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Abhi toh﻿ bas kuch pal hi biten hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mere bas kuch kal hi biten hain;&lt;br /&gt;
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Abhi hasil hi kya hain;&lt;br /&gt;
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jo ye zindagi puri ho jaye;&lt;br /&gt;
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abhi ek saas toh baki hain;&lt;br /&gt;
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Wo aakhri ek ladai;&lt;br /&gt;
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abhi mujhme baki hain;&lt;br /&gt;
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aadhuri si ek zindagi abhi baki hain;&lt;br /&gt;
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Abhi toh﻿ bas kuch pal hi biten hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mere bas kuch kal hi biten hain;&lt;br /&gt;
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Abhi aasun na chalka;&lt;br /&gt;
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jo ye ek zindagi puri kahelay;&lt;br /&gt;
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kahani abhi bhi baki hain;&lt;br /&gt;
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tera chalna manjil ki aur;&lt;br /&gt;
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abhi baki hain;&lt;br /&gt;
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Aakhir main tujhme abhi baki hu;&lt;br /&gt;
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Abhi toh﻿ bas kuch pal hi biten hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mere bas kuch kal hi biten hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
haar jeet toh lagi rahegi;&lt;br /&gt;
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duniya toh waise bhi chalti rahegi;&lt;br /&gt;
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tum muskurana aise hi;&lt;br /&gt;
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mere bina bhi;&lt;br /&gt;
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mera us muskurahat ko chuna abhi baki hain&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;aakhir main tujhme abhi baki hu;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Abhi toh﻿ bas kuch pal hi biten hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mere bas kuch kal hi biten hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wo kuch baatein abhi baki hain;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ye raat dhalni abhi baki hain;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/2541956541628220394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2020/04/bas-kuch-pal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/2541956541628220394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/2541956541628220394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2020/04/bas-kuch-pal.html' title='Bas Kuch Pal...'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-5176957522414423597</id><published>2012-04-29T05:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-29T05:44:11.547-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Times"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Two Meanings"/><title type='text'>Celeb teachings!</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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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;When I was first told that you can learn from all and sundry, I was quite sceptical, specially the sundry part; but now after joining the banking industry I have learnt that sundry is a very important account, specially when it comes to banking and more importantly the life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So I took upon a list of things that one can learn from people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;1. SRK: One can learn, how not to talk about subjects which you are not really well versed with; don’t believe me, look at him, he is in far lesser controversies than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;2. Nirmal Baba: People will listen to any crap advice, and will follow them, if you charge them 10% of their salary. &lt;img alt=&quot;Disappointed smile&quot; class=&quot;wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-disappointedsmile&quot; src=&quot;http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Sp8o2Ixd7p0/T500xDYm9QI/AAAAAAAAATA/ytBIAJi1zAs/wlEmoticon-disappointedsmile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;3. Paris Hilton: If you have the looks, no matter what you do, you will be missed, so do spend some extra time in gym &amp;amp; some money on the looks, + look good on whatever you are doing, you might be facing camera, who knows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;4. Abishekh Manu Singhvi: Pay &amp;amp; treat your driver(key men) well, they wont have any reason to put your dirty laundry to dry in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;5. Barak Obama: Get what you could till you can, you may not get a second term. That Nobel prize is quite a thing you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;6. Shahid Kapoor: Break up can be a blessing in disguise. Don’t hide in your room, meet new people. &lt;img alt=&quot;Winking smile&quot; class=&quot;wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-winkingsmile&quot; src=&quot;http://lh6.ggpht.com/-bQjofSf2UVI/T500yQYzeJI/AAAAAAAAATI/Tf3E2hQWbAY/wlEmoticon-winkingsmile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;7. Saif Ali Khan: Hook up may not always be a blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;8. Bejan Daruwala: Well, I was told 7 is lucky for me, so I am stopping here. Hope you gain something too! &lt;img alt=&quot;Smile with tongue out&quot; class=&quot;wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smilewithtongueout&quot; src=&quot;http://lh3.ggpht.com/-bO7DxXGMLc4/T500zvP3XII/AAAAAAAAATQ/6kaoyrFSRRU/wlEmoticon-smilewithtongueout%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;9. Shashi Tharoor: Don&#39;t comment on something, using phrases which do not match up with local sensibilities, you might have to give up your elite position and join the cattle club.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;10. N D Tiwari: You are as young as you make your body feel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/5176957522414423597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2012/04/celeb-teachings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/5176957522414423597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/5176957522414423597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2012/04/celeb-teachings.html' title='Celeb teachings!'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Sp8o2Ixd7p0/T500xDYm9QI/AAAAAAAAATA/ytBIAJi1zAs/s72-c/wlEmoticon-disappointedsmile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-2015944906645318471</id><published>2012-04-05T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-05T04:58:31.493-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Girl child"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Times"/><title type='text'>Just wind; river and moon!</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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In a small town;&lt;/div&gt;
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in the country side;&lt;/div&gt;
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after dark;&lt;/div&gt;
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after sleep has taken its toll; &lt;/div&gt;
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In the silence of the night;&lt;/div&gt;
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by the dark window;&lt;/div&gt;
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sits a young widow;&lt;/div&gt;
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with a twinkle in her eye;&lt;/div&gt;
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calling out to the stars;&lt;/div&gt;
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with her soothing smile;&lt;/div&gt;
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looking up to the sky;&lt;/div&gt;
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as her hair;&lt;/div&gt;
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take to the air;&lt;/div&gt;
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a serene beauty;&lt;/div&gt;
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she does not object;&lt;/div&gt;
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she does not &lt;/div&gt;
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run a finger through them;&lt;/div&gt;
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she closes her eyes;&lt;/div&gt;
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lets the gentle wind;&lt;/div&gt;
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feels the breeze;&lt;/div&gt;
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livening up her smile.&lt;/div&gt;
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I seat in shadow;&lt;/div&gt;
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of a tree;&lt;/div&gt;
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bewitched;&lt;/div&gt;
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fixed in my gaze;&lt;/div&gt;
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she served me all morning;&lt;/div&gt;
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and never did I&lt;/div&gt;
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see the person;&lt;/div&gt;
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behind those rough hands;&lt;/div&gt;
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rough by her karma;&lt;/div&gt;
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the mundane house work;&lt;/div&gt;
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fourteen hours behind curtains;&lt;/div&gt;
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the unbreakable prison;&lt;/div&gt;
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the invisible chains;&lt;/div&gt;
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the prison of clothes;&lt;/div&gt;
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the chains of traditions;&lt;/div&gt;
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slave by day;&lt;/div&gt;
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night is hers;&lt;/div&gt;
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freedom she seeks;&lt;/div&gt;
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freedom to feel;&lt;/div&gt;
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just nature;&lt;/div&gt;
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no lust;&lt;/div&gt;
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no love;&lt;/div&gt;
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just wind, river and moon!&lt;/div&gt;
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that’s all;&lt;/div&gt;
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what made her smile;&lt;/div&gt;
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her smile!&lt;/div&gt;
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Dancing in moon light;&lt;/div&gt;
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singing all alone &lt;/div&gt;
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to herself;&lt;/div&gt;
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till the crack of dawn;&lt;/div&gt;
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she smiled away;&lt;/div&gt;
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and then&lt;/div&gt;
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the prison;&lt;/div&gt;
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the chains;&lt;/div&gt;
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recaptured her;&lt;/div&gt;
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resting her spirit;&lt;/div&gt;
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she went on working;&lt;/div&gt;
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working all the day;&lt;/div&gt;
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serving;&lt;/div&gt;
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not uttering a word;&lt;/div&gt;
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that sweet voice;&lt;/div&gt;
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was lost by day;&lt;/div&gt;
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I&lt;/div&gt;
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nor the hero;&lt;/div&gt;
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neither the villain;&lt;/div&gt;
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but a mere spectator;&lt;/div&gt;
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each night;&lt;/div&gt;
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each day;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
and the days to come&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
and nights to come……..&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Just wind; river and moon! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/2015944906645318471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2012/04/just-wind-river-and-moon.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/2015944906645318471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/2015944906645318471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2012/04/just-wind-river-and-moon.html' title='Just wind; river and moon!'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-2389642426507514108</id><published>2012-02-15T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T10:20:06.231-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Festives"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>Hey Lady!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Hey lady!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;One with&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;deep brown eyes;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;dancing steps;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Will you be my Valentine?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Hey lady!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;One with&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;cream touch;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;singing lips;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Will you hold my hand?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Hey lady!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;One with&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;flowing hair;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;uncertain mind;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Will you be mine?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Hey lady!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;One with&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;rosy cheeks;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;embarrassed face;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Will you embrace me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Hey lady!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;One with&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;my heart;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;of her own mind;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Will you marry me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Hey lady!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;One with;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;my name;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;smell of a fresh shower;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Will you walk along with me? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Hey lady!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;One with;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;me;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;graceful ways;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Will you be my Valentine- forever?&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/2389642426507514108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2012/02/hey-lady.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/2389642426507514108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/2389642426507514108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2012/02/hey-lady.html' title='Hey Lady!'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-4930965255969639236</id><published>2012-01-29T07:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T07:43:34.904-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>The End!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Is it end of the world?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
or is it,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Just me?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
That song,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
the song,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
that made our hearts cry,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
with joy,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
is being played again&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
There is no feeling&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
this time.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Was it you?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
The first time,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
and I joined in?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Or is it?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Just me?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
This time&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
playing in the rain,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
this time&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
crest fallen in the downpour&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
I cant hear a thing&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
other than&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
the song&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
what is he saying?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
A gun in hand,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
its pointed&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
at me.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Why?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Numbness.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Its not a dream,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
It can’t be shaken away&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
He is smiling&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
unlike you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
yours was &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
the one to die for&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Why am I not with you?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
When was last time?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
I saw your face?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
not this morning&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
not yesterday&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
at dinner&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
I was with you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
but not with you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
its been a long time&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
I have been running&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
running a race&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
is it time?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Time to lose?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Have I lost you?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
have lost the time&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
I should have been with you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Where am I?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Is this our bed?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
No, this seems harder,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
rougher,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
on the edge&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
of something&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
something grey&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
and&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
dry brown!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
I am moving,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
rolling over,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Is he kicking me?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Yes, &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
He is,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
That grass &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
looks greener&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
on other side&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
other side of street&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
We picnicked once there&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
It was so much fun&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
It is,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
When did it all start?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
When did it all went wrong?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
When did I make a false move?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
I had not planned to be here&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
We had not dreamed this&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Is it the end&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Can’t I go back&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
He is pointing the gun&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
again&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
at me,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
my eye&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Fire!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Aaaaaaahhhhh&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Here you are,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
besides me,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
I am all wet,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Was it?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Just a dream?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Then,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Why is there a bullet in my hand?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/4930965255969639236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2012/01/end.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/4930965255969639236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/4930965255969639236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2012/01/end.html' title='The End!'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-1740295996556973202</id><published>2012-01-08T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T02:52:05.360-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lesson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Times"/><title type='text'>Dosti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Na kuch tumne kahan,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
na kuch humne kahan,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
 buss chupki liye hum,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
 zindagi bitate chale gaye,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
tum apne karmose,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
hum apne karmose jujte chale gaye,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
kabhi hum dost the,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
aaj bhi hain;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
par dosti kahin gum hain,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
kisi mod pe,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
takrayenge kabhi hum,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
toh kya pehchan hogi&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
ek duge ki?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
na jane,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
kaise &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
ajnabi&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
 ban jayenge&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
jigri dost bhi&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
yun kabhi.......&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
ek shabdh, ek awaz&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
ek pal ki duri na thi kabhi&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
phir kya pata&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
ek pal bhi dekhenge&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
ek dujhe ko bhi&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Na kuch tumne kahan,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
na kuch humne kahan,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
samay ki duri hai&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
 mushkil badi&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
hath mile&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
par&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
kya dil milenge abhi&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
kya wo halki si muskan&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
banegi tahako ki hassi&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
chutkiyo main plan honge&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
kya phir kabhi?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
bin bole&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
kya samjhenge&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
wo baat unkahee?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
ya phir&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
busss yunh hi&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
bhul jayenge&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
 wo sath bitaye&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
pal sabhi&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
ya phir koi banayenge&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
yadgar koi?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Na kuch tumne kahan,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
na kuch humne kahan,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/1740295996556973202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2012/01/dosti.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/1740295996556973202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/1740295996556973202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2012/01/dosti.html' title='Dosti'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-3861060443965143235</id><published>2011-12-04T00:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T01:24:49.568-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lesson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>Perceptitude!</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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Raj was getting bored, rather was missing his girl friend, still in stage when he would miss her all the time, when she was not there. It was still early in love.&lt;br /&gt;
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Out of nothing else could be done unless he hears her sweet voice, he calls her. &lt;br /&gt;
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Triiiiiinnnnngggg Triiiiinnnnnnnggggg…….&lt;br /&gt;
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She did not pick the 1st call up and Raj was just able to sit in his bed and hear all the 13 rings ring in vain. &lt;/div&gt;
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Raj: “Why is she not picking up the damn phone?”&lt;br /&gt;
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With greater resolve to get through this time, he calls her up again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Triiiiiinnnnngggg Triiiiinnnnnnnggggg…….&lt;br /&gt;
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Again 12 rings go by, and as the time nears for the 13th and the last ring, a drop of sweat dribbles down Raj’s forehead, he contemplates on giving up, and then with new found determination from depths of his love, for her, he wills the phone to be picked up.&lt;br /&gt;
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And……..she picks up the phone, and …….keeps the receiver down on the side. &lt;br /&gt;
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Raj is devastated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Raj: “Helloo! Hellow!!!”&lt;br /&gt;
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No answer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Raj: “Helloo!!!”&lt;br /&gt;
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Click…….phone goes to engage tone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Raj: “She, my beloved Ritu; does not want to speak with me any more, she does not want to be with me any more, she is breaking up! She is dumping me! Why! Why does this happens only with me? Only me!” &lt;br /&gt;
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No, she is not that kind of girl, Ritu is not like Ritika, she is not the kind of girl who would leave me. Is she? One more time….I will try calling her 1 more time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Engage tone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Raj is devastated, storms out of the room and as is not able to think clearly, as always turns to his best friend to drown out all sorrow. He makes it for the strongest beer available near his place. And sooner than ever he is down for the count, his senses have gone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Raj: “What am I supposed to do! My life is over, I can not live without her! It’s all Rahul’s fault, he offered her chocolate, din’t he! So she has fallen for him! I should have beaten him up, before, but its not that late now! Rahul get ready, I am coming.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Stumbles out of his seat, and somehow reaches the society where Rahul stays. &lt;br /&gt;
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Raj: Shouts at top of his voice “Rahul! You f**king d**k! Come out, I am going to hit you!”&lt;br /&gt;
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Rahul the hot headed macho man comes out and one punch does it, Raj is cold out for hours, transported back to his room by his friends, who are quite puzzled by his behaviour. &lt;br /&gt;
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After about 3 or 4 hours, in middle of night, Raj wakes up with a head ache, partly due to hang over and partly due to punch to head. And as he tries to make sense of it all, some part of the night comes back to him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Raj: “Why am I alive? I should be dead! I can not live without Ritu and neither can I fight for her! I should be dead! It is time to end this misery!”&lt;br /&gt;
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Raj stands in his gallery, looking over the night lights of his city, and remembers one of his Sir’s words&lt;br /&gt;
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“Life can look ironically beautiful when you are at the end of it.”&lt;br /&gt;
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And decides to make one last call, call to his Sir.&lt;/div&gt;
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Triiiiiinnnnnngggggg……&lt;br /&gt;
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In middle of night, rather approaching dawn, phone is picked up in 1st ring.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sir: “Is this the time to call! Are you in right sense of your mind? By the way, who are you?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Raj: “I am Raj, Sir. And I am committing suicide.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Sir: “Why?” So he is really not in right sense of his mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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Raj: “Ritu has dumped me, she is not picking up my calls, I can’t live without her.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Sir: “Hmmm….. I Will try and talk to her, put your suicide on hold till I call you back. Is it ok?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Raj: Like a person who has given up hope. “Ok.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sir thinks for a minute and calls up Raj’s friend, and directs him to check on Raj, and do anything that is possible to get him to safety. &lt;br /&gt;
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Next call to Ritu…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Trrriiinnnggggg…….&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The call is picked up even before the 1st ring has completed 1/4th of its normal duration.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ritu: “Hi Raj, My parents are here could not talk to you in evening, cant meet you tomorrow, please bear with me.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Sir: “Ritu; I am not Raj, but that fool is going to commit suicide right now, thinking you have dumped him. Please call him.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Ritu: “Sir; Sorry Sir!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sir: “Will you be able to call him?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Ritu: “I am not sure!”&lt;br /&gt;
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Sir: “Ok.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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1st thing Ritu does is calls Raj up, and tells him….&lt;br /&gt;
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Ritu: “I am not dumping you, I love you, my parents are here, talk to Sir.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then sir’s call comes in.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sir: “Raj; did you get Ritu’s call?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Raj: “Yes, sir! Sorry Sir!”&lt;br /&gt;
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Sir: “Did you understand what happened?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Raj: “No Sir, but Ritu loves me!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sir: So fool stopped listening after the love part! Sigh! “Ok! That is good, but listen carefully now, are you&amp;nbsp;there?”&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Raj: “Yes Sir!”&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Sir: “Ritu’s parents are here, they are staying with her, so no call’s or meeting her till few days. Ok? Did you understand?”&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Raj: “Yes Sir!”&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Sir: “What did I say?”&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Raj: “No calling Ritu, no meeting her, till her parents go.”&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Sir: Phew! “Ok! Now give phone to Rahul.”&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Raj gives phone to Rahul.&lt;/div&gt;
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Rahul: “Yes Sir?”&lt;/div&gt;
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Sir: “Stay with the fool, in-case he tries anything foolish, like climbing her compound gate.”&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Rahul: “Yes Sir.”&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Raj is finally asleep, with an unproductive day added to his long list of unproductive days.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Moral: Do not assume situation you are in, based on your past experience alone.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/3861060443965143235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2011/12/perceptitude.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/3861060443965143235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/3861060443965143235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2011/12/perceptitude.html' title='Perceptitude!'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-3486182542084162740</id><published>2011-10-06T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T07:43:15.519-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Times"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tribute"/><title type='text'>Hero!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;He was a Hero;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;of this era;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;I would have liked to be;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Irony&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;He always said;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;be yourself&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;follow your heart!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;He brought life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;to his&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Dream!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Took it to highs!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Only to be&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Snatched!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;From him&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;He kept on fighting;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;never ever&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;did he gave up!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Springed back!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; Stronger!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;When ever&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;His critics;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;His enemies; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;wrote him off!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;For he had;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Passion!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Grit!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Pulse!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;To keep going!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Without him;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;his dream stumbled;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Without his dream;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;he stumbled;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Until;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;they were united;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;To Take on the world!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;To change the world!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;To live behind;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;a legacy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Unchallenged!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;In its time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Disowned at birth;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;loved by billions in life; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;February 24, 1955 – October 5, 2011.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; Steve Jobs &amp;amp; his Apple.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I have hated Apple company for evicting Steve in first place, and when he got back I have not liked it’s product for putting a price tag on all the things other than the instrument it self. But still, Steve &amp;amp; his Apple did shape the tech world and its path from Windows to Android, all followed what Steve’s vision! In end, it looked liked he knew long back, that it was his time, handing over reins of his dream, in real sense was hint enough. Salute to him.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/3486182542084162740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2011/10/hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/3486182542084162740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/3486182542084162740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2011/10/hero.html' title='Hero!'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-9052202829193570897</id><published>2011-08-21T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T12:52:32.243-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>Little Crush!</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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Sweet nothings,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
sweet pains!&lt;/div&gt;
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When there is nothing,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
just some warmth&lt;/div&gt;
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in Heart,&lt;/div&gt;
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when &lt;/div&gt;
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eyes fall on&lt;/div&gt;
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someone who seems &lt;/div&gt;
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apart!&lt;/div&gt;
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Apart from others,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
a part of you&lt;/div&gt;
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who brings&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
unknown smile&lt;/div&gt;
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to your face!&lt;/div&gt;
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Just a look&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
is enough&lt;/div&gt;
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to make your day!&lt;/div&gt;
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Unfazed you stay&lt;/div&gt;
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then whatever may come by!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
That face&lt;/div&gt;
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keeps you going&lt;/div&gt;
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for no reason why?&lt;/div&gt;
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It is just &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
a little crush&lt;/div&gt;
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nothing else&lt;/div&gt;
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but&lt;/div&gt;
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that is all it takes&lt;/div&gt;
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to make you smile &lt;/div&gt;
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these days!&lt;/div&gt;
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At first&lt;/div&gt;
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it is by chance&lt;/div&gt;
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you get to see&lt;/div&gt;
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that face&lt;/div&gt;
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but slowly&lt;/div&gt;
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you start timing &lt;/div&gt;
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your trips&lt;/div&gt;
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not missing &lt;/div&gt;
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a single chance &lt;/div&gt;
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that&lt;/div&gt;
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may come by!&lt;/div&gt;
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Why should you?&lt;/div&gt;
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If it makes you&lt;/div&gt;
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as happy as&lt;/div&gt;
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a Butterfly!&lt;/div&gt;
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It is&lt;/div&gt;
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just a little &lt;/div&gt;
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Crush!&lt;/div&gt;
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Just Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/9052202829193570897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-crush.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/9052202829193570897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/9052202829193570897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-crush.html' title='Little Crush!'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-1855261716810597139</id><published>2011-08-17T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T18:56:36.524-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Times"/><title type='text'>Moments I should have had…….</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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Everyone falls in love some or the other time and everyone has some notions about what would they do in a certain situation, when they are with someone special. I too had my notions about certain situations, and as most know I had a love marriage, some came true and some dint; no regrets, but given a chance to go back, I would like to include them in my life experiences, some such situations, and why they did not get fulfilled are:&lt;/div&gt;
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1. The girl I secretly love rests her head on my shoulder and sleeps while travelling in a bus, and in order to not wake her up, I travel to the end of line along with her and then we end up spending whole day together, while missing few lectures.&lt;/div&gt;
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I started using bike for daily travel in 8th standard, almost never travelled by bus there after!&lt;/div&gt;
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2. Hide that we love each other from our friends for few days and make up stories to avoid going out with group and getting lost together, more often than tolerable by group, as a result, arousing suspicions among group members.&lt;/div&gt;
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My group knew before us, that we were in love!&lt;/div&gt;
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3. Kissing on a railway platform!&lt;/div&gt;
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Not possible, it is India dude! You may get booked on even if you are married,for you hugged your woman little longer than a natural wink, let alone girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;
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4. Spending a night outside in wilderness, just counting stars, and talking, no sleep.&lt;/div&gt;
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I went to Dang district in Gujarat to fulfil this dream, twice and ended up sick both times, putting an end to my love for camping; also they separated girls tent area from boys, no chance to sneak out.&lt;/div&gt;
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5. Getting drenched in rain and using fire to dry both of us in a cave….etc.&lt;/div&gt;
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It is hard to find cave in city, besides I have sinusitis which catches on pretty fast if I get drenched.&lt;/div&gt;
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6. Playing a lead role in a romantic drama and making the lead actress fall in love with me.&lt;/div&gt;
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I auditioned, they selected me to carry props from dressing room to stage and back.&lt;/div&gt;
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7. Run away with my love interest. &lt;/div&gt;
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Our parents agreed without much protest.&lt;/div&gt;
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8. To propose her at some exotic place, where no one else is there except for the splendid beauty of mother nature.&lt;/div&gt;
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I never proposed! Till I was already married that is.&lt;/div&gt;
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9. To waltz my way to her heart. That is, dance!&lt;/div&gt;
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I have two left feet, an immovable / inflexible waist and no sense of rhythm. Plus, it would not have been a surprise if I had taken her for the dance class, and I did not find any other partners.&lt;/div&gt;
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10. To have bed of flower in a garden and play in it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Jetendra Movies are known to exaggerate, such things are expensive and may contain ants, so not meant for sleeping!&lt;/div&gt;
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You too must have had a similar list, or may still have, if feel like, do share below!&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/1855261716810597139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2011/08/moments-i-should-have-had.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/1855261716810597139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/1855261716810597139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2011/08/moments-i-should-have-had.html' title='Moments I should have had…….'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-3968000122408403556</id><published>2011-08-04T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T14:01:06.829-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Girl child"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lesson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Times"/><title type='text'>Agar kabhi hogi meri koi beti…….</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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Agar kabhi hogi meri&lt;/div&gt;
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koi beti&lt;/div&gt;
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sar par chada rakhunga&lt;/div&gt;
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use mein har ghadi&lt;/div&gt;
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phir kuch bhi kahe&lt;/div&gt;
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uski maa bhi&lt;/div&gt;
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nahi sunuga mein kisi ki&lt;/div&gt;
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Sikhaunga&lt;/div&gt;
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padh waunga use &lt;/div&gt;
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banegi wo&lt;/div&gt;
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jo chahe &lt;/div&gt;
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uska dil bhi&lt;/div&gt;
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hogi uski&lt;/div&gt;
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ho sake mujhse&lt;/div&gt;
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jo khwaish&lt;/div&gt;
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har so khwaish&lt;/div&gt;
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puri&lt;/div&gt;
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phir kyun na ho&lt;/div&gt;
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uske pyar se uski shadi&lt;/div&gt;
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Mere dar par&lt;/div&gt;
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jo aaenge kabhi barathi&lt;/div&gt;
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utarvaunga unki aarti&lt;/div&gt;
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jhut jo bole toh&lt;/div&gt;
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Dando se padhwaunga Pharsi&lt;/div&gt;
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karvaunga unse&lt;/div&gt;
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apne haatho ki safai&lt;/div&gt;
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Mere dar par&lt;/div&gt;
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jo aaenge abhi barati&lt;/div&gt;
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Dunga sona-chandi&lt;/div&gt;
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beti na hogi meri&lt;/div&gt;
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kabhi parayi&lt;/div&gt;
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par jo manga dahej&lt;/div&gt;
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muh hoga unka&lt;/div&gt;
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Kaala neela peela&lt;/div&gt;
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Hathkadio se karaunga&lt;/div&gt;
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jaan-pehchaan unki&lt;/div&gt;
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Mere dar par&lt;/div&gt;
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jo aaenge kabhi barati&lt;/div&gt;
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muskan se rahe&lt;/div&gt;
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meri rajkumari&lt;/div&gt;
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chaunga mein hamesha yehi&lt;/div&gt;
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par jo kharoch lagvay use koi&lt;/div&gt;
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toh karva dunga &lt;/div&gt;
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hadi-pasli ek unki&lt;/div&gt;
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Agar hogi jo&lt;/div&gt;
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meri beti kabhi&lt;/div&gt;
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toh na hogi&lt;/div&gt;
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wo lachar kabhi&lt;/div&gt;
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apne pairon pe khade raheneki&lt;/div&gt;
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hogi usme shamta bhari&lt;/div&gt;
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par na hogi wo&lt;/div&gt;
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akeli kabhi&lt;/div&gt;
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Agar hogi jo&lt;/div&gt;
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meri beti kabhi……&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/3968000122408403556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2011/08/agar-kabhi-hogi-meri-koi-beti.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/3968000122408403556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/3968000122408403556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2011/08/agar-kabhi-hogi-meri-koi-beti.html' title='Agar kabhi hogi meri koi beti…….'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-3808708886433385400</id><published>2011-07-25T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T20:55:42.680-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lesson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="review"/><title type='text'>No second chance at life……</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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Disclaimer: To start with let me make this clear, this is not where you will be able to download the movie for free, not even songs, still interested you can read on.&lt;/div&gt;
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When title of the movie says “Zindagi Na Melegi Doobara….” which means “You won’t get second chance at life….” one expects movie to be motivational, talk about living life to the fullest, and getting over your fears, all good! It checks out on all points! So here is what I learned from this movie…some I correlated with my experiences. &lt;/div&gt;
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1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do not buy a present for your fiancé on first day of the trip, especially if it can be seen by others labelling you or your friend gay, when you are not so, plus it might get damaged.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-GEaUpO5u7AHqNuSfOKMJm5UGsT84ky-CMUUFspdtD4467myekJynTkzThZi8BHdZ9Gvfa_yueslUgUc2G9Wjprqu5b8nZ-GsJIu_cQE7VMblhEKl-F-SNKq1V0nf0bP8rhxej8xu8c/s1600/zindagi-na-milegi-dobara.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-GEaUpO5u7AHqNuSfOKMJm5UGsT84ky-CMUUFspdtD4467myekJynTkzThZi8BHdZ9Gvfa_yueslUgUc2G9Wjprqu5b8nZ-GsJIu_cQE7VMblhEKl-F-SNKq1V0nf0bP8rhxej8xu8c/s1600/zindagi-na-milegi-dobara.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you want to sleep under open sky and watch stars, make sure it is not going to be cloudy (mildly disappointing), rain (disappointing), snow (little health concern) or hail (fatal) that night.&lt;/div&gt;
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3.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sleeping under the sky is enjoyable, but at end of it don’t be surprised if you have red stars on your body as many as the sky, from the ants you did not see and mosquitos that dint make noise. &lt;/div&gt;
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4.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don’t say things in jest, one of your fiend might do that for you. Like throw away someone’s handset.&lt;/div&gt;
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5. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Always try things / thoughts out, even if you want to get in bath with that stranger whom you were just introduced to, do knock, it might just happen.&lt;/div&gt;
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6. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Use good handset, no pink/orange or some other flashy colour like pink (I on&#39;t like pink&amp;nbsp;colored&amp;nbsp;gadgets) if you want to look professional (Don’t want to be laughed upon by your interest). &lt;/div&gt;
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7. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Tomato ketchup must have been made, Tomatina festival way, hoping to create tomato wine, instead got tomato ketchup.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://onablindhorse.wordpress.com/2008/09/12/267/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://onablindhorse.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/tomatina714992.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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8.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don’t say yes when you do not really mean it, you might end up running in front of charging bulls. &lt;/div&gt;
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9. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It says “You don’t get second chance at life” still you can throw, drown, or crush your life, as long as you enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;
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10. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; When you try to change someone, you might end up losing that someone, this is not always true.&lt;/div&gt;
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11. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; To enjoy life, last but most important, you need friends that will follow you into your death defying adventures.&lt;/div&gt;
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There are more interesting take homes from this movie, but @vikaspgoel beat me to watch this movie and also blog about it, here is his blog page: &lt;a href=&quot;http://vgoel.blogspot.com/2011/07/zindagi-na-milegi-dobara.html&quot;&gt;http://vgoel.blogspot.com/2011/07/zindagi-na-milegi-dobara.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/3808708886433385400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-second-chance-at-life.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/3808708886433385400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/3808708886433385400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-second-chance-at-life.html' title='No second chance at life……'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-GEaUpO5u7AHqNuSfOKMJm5UGsT84ky-CMUUFspdtD4467myekJynTkzThZi8BHdZ9Gvfa_yueslUgUc2G9Wjprqu5b8nZ-GsJIu_cQE7VMblhEKl-F-SNKq1V0nf0bP8rhxej8xu8c/s72-c/zindagi-na-milegi-dobara.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-6035142999774483793</id><published>2011-07-15T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T11:05:58.989-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Times"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tribute"/><title type='text'>Why you flew to the moon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Why you flew to the moon?&lt;/div&gt;
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leaving me all alone&lt;/div&gt;
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I can’t decide&lt;/div&gt;
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at these cross roads of life&lt;/div&gt;
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on these crowded streets&lt;/div&gt;
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no hand to hold on to&lt;/div&gt;
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Why you flew to the moon?&lt;/div&gt;
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not taking me along&lt;/div&gt;
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I have tears in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;
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no one there to wipe them out&lt;/div&gt;
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on these rainy nights&lt;/div&gt;
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I can’t see you among stars&lt;/div&gt;
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Why you flew to the moon?&lt;/div&gt;
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snapping my dreams&lt;/div&gt;
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in a flash of light&lt;/div&gt;
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darkness wins&lt;/div&gt;
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my heart succumbs to fears&lt;/div&gt;
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forgotten in your arms&lt;/div&gt;
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Why you flew to the moon?&lt;/div&gt;
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with cradle at my arm&lt;/div&gt;
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I can’t fend for myself&lt;/div&gt;
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who is there?&lt;/div&gt;
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to protect me&lt;/div&gt;
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when shadows lurk in dark&lt;/div&gt;
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Why you flew to the moon?&lt;/div&gt;
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death could have waited &lt;/div&gt;
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a bit longer&lt;/div&gt;
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you dint fight&lt;/div&gt;
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was I not reason enough?&lt;/div&gt;
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to live on&lt;/div&gt;
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Why you flew to the moon?&lt;/div&gt;
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the child is&lt;/div&gt;
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still unnamed&lt;/div&gt;
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who will hold it’s finger?&lt;/div&gt;
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What shall I tell?&lt;/div&gt;
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What star shall I point to?&lt;/div&gt;
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Why you flew to the moon?&lt;/div&gt;
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I have questions&lt;/div&gt;
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you left unanswered&lt;/div&gt;
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what was the hurry?&lt;/div&gt;
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God!&lt;/div&gt;
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We had no enemies!&lt;/div&gt;
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Why you flew to the moon?&lt;/div&gt;
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We were to &lt;/div&gt;
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grow old together&lt;/div&gt;
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I used to love that sound&lt;/div&gt;
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why did it stop beating?&lt;/div&gt;
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my ear on your heart&lt;/div&gt;
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Why you flew to the moon?&lt;/div&gt;
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What did go wrong?&lt;/div&gt;
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You were to come back&lt;/div&gt;
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at end of day&lt;/div&gt;
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like every other day&lt;/div&gt;
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by sunset&lt;/div&gt;
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Why you flew to the moon?&lt;/div&gt;
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Why is there no sunrise again?&lt;/div&gt;
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where is my fairy-tale?&lt;/div&gt;
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Where is my&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;And they&lt;/div&gt;
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lived happily ever after?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Why an abrupt end?&lt;/div&gt;
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Why you flew to the moon?&lt;/div&gt;
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I used to hear your&lt;/div&gt;
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foot steps&lt;/div&gt;
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now all I hear&lt;/div&gt;
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are memories&lt;/div&gt;
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replaying themselves&lt;/div&gt;
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Why you flew to the moon?&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/feeds/6035142999774483793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-you-flew-to-moon.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/6035142999774483793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725083447795146561/posts/default/6035142999774483793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adityafeels.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-you-flew-to-moon.html' title='Why you flew to the moon?'/><author><name>Aditya Nandode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01091923823031434630</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/AVvXsEhH54ujTVHFQ2yqMhvPrNABTwWOko6IHYvbTh6hL-BFMN1FzKlx6IEaV1jTJmeaMdJ_TdG0rRbpUNmVJW2h46VAGtkclKL8_73TPoMYVRQNYf5uzOKlleDqXMu63O5GIA/s220/31032008137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725083447795146561.post-864385597196446640</id><published>2011-07-02T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T12:14:56.451-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>An inkling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=anes0d1-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B000W966IO&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;It started as an inkling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;not even a feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;caught me in the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;I lost control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;I lost my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;was it meant to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;just a flitting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;flutter off beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;It started as an inkling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;not really a feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;at the corner of my eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;hesitation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;for a feeble second&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;I couldn’t say bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;It started as an inkling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;certainly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;not a feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;it grew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;had to turn back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;retrace my steps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;couldn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;ignore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;not then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;itched in memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;it started as an inkling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;grew into a feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;step by step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;moment by moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;weakness of heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;strength of string&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;between rings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;a lot like love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;nothing more than friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;she said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;and never said no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;a kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;that sealed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;was not a deal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;was not a flitting moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;was not a light need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;no desperation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;it started as an inkling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;grew into a feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;infatuation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;attraction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;it started as an inkling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;grew into a feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;love finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;just not another love story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; 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