<?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-7916200383925177391</id><updated>2024-09-10T20:55:24.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to blog love........</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Rahul Balsaraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258247721081731153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-ZylisJWY4luNnUhPr4IwNnWSOUH9W-BIatDbyfHE0q-gHavobzAnnJpnbcFdx6em0Huj_0g9yh0aow2jIPpdUZAbpd9jlyHuc5kdXfpOhg70woOwWsUxu6vlCgi/s220/porfolio-2.bmg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916200383925177391.post-1078691478871489276</id><published>2012-03-23T05:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-03-23T05:31:16.577+05:30</updated><title type='text'>YOU ARE.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;post-body entry-content&quot; id=&quot;post-body-8517855591650880858&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #ffff66; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 255, 102); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-image: initial; border-left-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-left-style: dotted; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-right-style: dotted; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-top-style: dotted; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 29px; padding-right: 14px; padding-top: 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;As we watch the sun go down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I want to let you know;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;my love for you is forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ll never let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;You&#39;re the one I&#39;ve been searching for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;the one I&#39;ve finally found;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;without you in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;my world wouldn&#39;t go round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;The love you bring into my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;which is so true and kind;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;is something in no other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I could truly find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;You&#39;re the only one for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;God tells me so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;deep within my heart, mind body and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;it&#39;s all about me and you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;about the love we share,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;and how it will forever continue to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s not all about the chocolates, or the dozen roses;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;it&#39;s about the love we found,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;how much we&#39;ve been blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Everything happens for a reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I believe this statement is true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;that&#39;s why you were sent to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;and I was sent to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve never been more happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;as I&#39;ve been with you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;even through the rough times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;we always make it through;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;To be with you for eternity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;is all I want for me and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;All I want to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I may not be your first love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;but I promise, with all my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;that I will be that one from up above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;your one and only, true love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; 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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;How to Love&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;Love is both an action and a feeling. The action of love generates a blissful feeling called by the same name. When the action stops, the blissful feeling is replaced with pain. There is a similar feeling called lust which may be confused with love. You need to decipher between the two in order to have a healthy heart. Every person is capable of great love (and its opposite, fear, which generates all painful emotions such as hate, greed and jealousy).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;While there are many different ways to define love and there are many different ways to love someone (or even yourself), here is a general guide to loving.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;1.Know it. First of all you should know you like someone or not.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;2. watch. see if the one you are interested in is engaged with someone else, if yes then wait till they break up or leave him, if not then see he/she too likes you or not.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;3. Say it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;Say it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;Say it. When you say the words &quot;I Love You&quot;, they should carry with them the desire to show someone that you love them, not what you simply want to feel. When you say it, make sure you really mean it and are willing to do anything for that special person.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;4&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;Empathize. Put yourself in someone else&#39;s shoes. Rather than impose your own expectations or attempt to control them, to understand how they feel, where they come from, and who they are. Realize how they could also love you back just as well.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;5&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;Love unconditionally. If you cannot love another person without attaching stipulations, then it is not love at all, but deep-seated opportunism (one who makes the most of an advantage, often unmindful of others). If your interest is not in the other person as such, but rather in how that person can enhance your experience of life, then it is not unconditional. If you have no intention of improving that person’s life, or allowing that person to be themselves and accepting them as they are, and not who you want them to be, then you are not striving to love them unconditionally.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;6&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;Expect nothing in return. That doesn&#39;t mean you should allow someone to mistreat or undervalue you. It means that giving love does not guarantee receiving love. Try loving just for the sake of love. Realize that someone may have a different way of showing his or her love for you; do not expect to be loved back in exactly the same way.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;7&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;Realize it can be lost.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;Realize it can be lost.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;Realize it can be lost. If you realize that you can lose the one you love, then you have a greater appreciation of what you have. Think how lucky you are to have someone to love. Don&#39;t make an idol of the person you love. This will place them under undue pressure and will likely result in you losing them.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;8&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;Never stop loving. Even if you have been hurt before you should not stop giving love.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/feeds/8790814159416272938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-to-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/8790814159416272938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/8790814159416272938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-to-love.html' title='HOW TO LOVE...........'/><author><name>Rahul Balsaraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258247721081731153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-ZylisJWY4luNnUhPr4IwNnWSOUH9W-BIatDbyfHE0q-gHavobzAnnJpnbcFdx6em0Huj_0g9yh0aow2jIPpdUZAbpd9jlyHuc5kdXfpOhg70woOwWsUxu6vlCgi/s220/porfolio-2.bmg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916200383925177391.post-6209959293570725679</id><published>2011-07-31T10:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-31T10:40:53.859+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TRUE LOVE........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;If you love some one because you think that he or she is really gorgeous....&lt;br /&gt;
Then it&#39;s not love .. it&#39;s &quot;Infatuation&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you love some one because you think that you shouldn&#39;t leave him because others think that you shouldn&#39;t ...&lt;br /&gt;
Then it&#39;s not love.. it&#39;s &quot;Compromise&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;display: inline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If you love some one because you have been kissed by him...&lt;br /&gt;
Then it&#39;s not love.. it&#39;s &quot;Inferiority Complex&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you love some one because you cannot leave him thinking that it would hurt his feelings ..&lt;br /&gt;
Then it&#39;s not love .. it&#39;s &quot;Charity&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you love some one because you share every thing with him ...&lt;br /&gt;
Then it&#39;s not love... it&#39;s &quot;Friendship&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
BUT...&lt;br /&gt;
If you feel the pain of the other person more than him even when he is stable&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;n you cry for him ... that&#39;s &quot;LOVE&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you get attracted to other people but stay with him without any regrets... that&#39;s &quot;LOVE&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you let him go knowing that he has to go but he doesn&#39;t want to ... that&#39;s&quot;LOVE&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/feeds/6209959293570725679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/07/true-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/6209959293570725679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/6209959293570725679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/07/true-love.html' title='TRUE LOVE........'/><author><name>Rahul Balsaraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258247721081731153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-ZylisJWY4luNnUhPr4IwNnWSOUH9W-BIatDbyfHE0q-gHavobzAnnJpnbcFdx6em0Huj_0g9yh0aow2jIPpdUZAbpd9jlyHuc5kdXfpOhg70woOwWsUxu6vlCgi/s220/porfolio-2.bmg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916200383925177391.post-1699408169934237282</id><published>2011-03-23T14:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:47:59.500+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Unknown Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;A true Love story... At the end u wil come to know to what extend Love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;people.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;This is a story of Parul and Rahul. Parul, a 25-year old workaholic who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;is working in a software firm. Parul came to office at 9 or 10 in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;and left at 11 or 12 at night. Even on weekends she would come down to office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;She had no social life, no friends. The only people she use to be with were her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;project mates. But there was no assurance that she would be having her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;lunch or tea with them. Basically she was all a loner. There was no love life in her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;life and she had no time for love. All her time was devoted to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Rahul, use to be a workaholic like Parul 2 years back. But now things had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;changed. He was no more workaholic but still he use to stay in office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Office had become home for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;One night while Parul was all alone and working at the office a mail popped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;up in her mailbox. The name of the sender was Rahul Mehra. She had not met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;him, never heard about him. Just out of curiosity she checked his mail. The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;content of the mail was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Hi Parul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I see you every night sitting in the office till very late. Don&#39;t you have&lt;br /&gt;
friends? Don&#39;t you feel like talking to your roommate?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You should not sit very late in the office. this is a genuine advice from&lt;br /&gt;
me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rahul Mehra&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After reading the mail, Parul was very angry on the sender. She simply&lt;br /&gt;
deleted the mail and said to herself &quot;who is he to give me any advice?&quot;. She again&lt;br /&gt;
got back to her work.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that night, every night Rahul would keep sending her mails and Parul&lt;br /&gt;
would simply delete them without even reading the content of the mail. But&lt;br /&gt;
one fine night the subject line attracted her and she had to open the mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The subject line of the mail was &quot;Hi Gorgeous&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Hi Gorgeous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes today you are looking very gorgeous in this red saree. I know you don&#39;t&lt;br /&gt;
read my mails as you don&#39;t like the advices I give you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So today I wont give you any advice, I will just say that I am love with&lt;br /&gt;
you. You know you are very beautiful and if you take care of yourself many men&lt;br /&gt;
will fall in love with you. I am sure someday you will also fall in love with me. And then we will go out for a date. Oh before I end the mail I must tell you that the best thing about is that smile. Or is it those intense which needs some sleep at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Take care dear.&lt;br /&gt;
Love you.&lt;br /&gt;
Rahul Mehra.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After reading the mail she was shocked. A person she had never met, never&lt;br /&gt;
seen, never spoke to was saying that he was in love with her. She started&lt;br /&gt;
thinking was this always in his mind. How did he get her id? Where had he seen her? Many questions like this came in her mind. Finally she thought of giving a&lt;br /&gt;
warning and replied to his mail.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hi Rahul,&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t want to spoil your career but if you don&#39;t stop sending me mails I&lt;br /&gt;
will raise an ASHI against you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks and Regards,&lt;br /&gt;
Parul Jain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After this mail, the mails from Rahul stopped coming in Parul&#39;s inbox. She&lt;br /&gt;
thought that finally Rahul has got scared and wont be mailing her again.&lt;br /&gt;
After several nights, Parul was resting on her chair and her eyes closed. When&lt;br /&gt;
she opened her eyes she saw Rahul&#39;s mail in her mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hi Gorgeous,&lt;br /&gt;
With your closed eyes you were dreaming about me, right? Oh sorry for not&lt;br /&gt;
sending any mails in the last few days. I was a little busy. I am sure you would have missed me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
One more thing before I forget I want to say that I am not scared of ASHI.&lt;br /&gt;
An ASHI cant be a reason to stop loving you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;
Rahul Mehra&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Parul was twisting her hair and putting them behind her ears. At that&lt;br /&gt;
moment itself another mail came from Rahul,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Now stop playing with your hair and leave the office. it is very late.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love.&lt;br /&gt;
Rahul Mehra&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Parul was shocked as to how did this person know what she was doing on her&lt;br /&gt;
desk. She got up to check whether anyone was there in her floor but could&lt;br /&gt;
find only empty cubicles. She thought maybe he made a wild guess and decided to&lt;br /&gt;
leave the office. before leaving she saw another mail from Rahul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hi Parul,&lt;br /&gt;
Searching for me??? You have started falling in love with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;
Rahul Mehra&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Parul was shocked and scared to hell. She simply switched off her machine&lt;br /&gt;
and ran outside the office. in the next few days she would not open any mails&lt;br /&gt;
sent by Rahul. One night a mail with subject line &quot;Don&#39;t be scared of me&quot; came&lt;br /&gt;
to her mailbox. First she thought to ignore the mail then she thought lets see&lt;br /&gt;
what has Rahul written this time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hi Parul,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t be scared of me. I can say that you are scared of me because of the&lt;br /&gt;
way you ran out from the office the last time you read my mail.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know few minutes back you had gone to have coffee. You are thinking how I&lt;br /&gt;
know this because I can feel you around me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only once you also start feeling me you will know that I am near to you.&lt;br /&gt;
Very near. Just sitting next to you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I will wait for the night when you start having the same feelings for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;
Rahul Mehra&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now Parul started thinking was Rahul really in love with her? What he was&lt;br /&gt;
saying was it true? But how could he know so much about her? How could he&lt;br /&gt;
say what she was doing and what not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Parul thought lets give a try and see whether Rahul is always in love with her or not. From that night she also started replying to his mail.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hi Parul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Do you feel bad if I call you gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;
Love you.&lt;br /&gt;
Rahul Mehra&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Parul&#39;s reply:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes Rahul. I don&#39;t like this word.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You can address me as Parul, isn&#39;t it short and simple. and I love my name&lt;br /&gt;
a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks and Regards,&lt;br /&gt;
Parul Jain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rahul&#39;s reply:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Point noted Parul. But when I am happy, excited I would call you with some&lt;br /&gt;
special name at that time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tomorrow you have your certification so all the best for that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love you.&lt;br /&gt;
Rahul Mehra&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Parul was again shocked as to how does he know about her certification. She&lt;br /&gt;
had never told him. She replied&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rahul,&lt;br /&gt;
Who is the person who is giving you details about me? I had not told you&lt;br /&gt;
about my certification how do you know it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Thanks and regards,&lt;br /&gt;
Parul Jain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Rahul replied back to her&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know it because I in front of you. Cant you see me? Cant you feel me&lt;br /&gt;
close to you?&lt;br /&gt;
I also know that after 3 days you have your appraisal. Now this you have&lt;br /&gt;
not told anyone. Just your PM knows about it.&lt;br /&gt;
Do you think your PM will give me all these details?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;
Rahul Mehra&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Parul not sure of the answer. She knew her PM would not have told Rahul all&lt;br /&gt;
this but how did Rahul know so much about her was a mystery for her.&lt;br /&gt;
Finally&lt;br /&gt;
she thought she will talk to her PM, Rohan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next day, she went to her PM&#39;s desk. &quot;Hi Rohan. I wanted to ask you&lt;br /&gt;
something&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rohan:- &quot;Sure Parul. Are having any issues?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Parul:- &quot;No. actually I wanted to know about a person named Rahul Mehra.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Rohan was shocked on hearing that name. PM:- &quot;How did you come across this&lt;br /&gt;
name. has anyone told you about him?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Parul:- &quot;No one has said anything to me about him. Few days back he started&lt;br /&gt;
sending me e-mails. First I ignored but then he would give such details&lt;br /&gt;
which I did just few minutes back. He even knows my appraisal date.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rohan:- &quot;Are you sure you got mails from Rahul Mehra only?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Parul:- &quot;Yes very much. But why do you looked shock?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rohan:- &quot;Because Rahul Mehra died 2 years back. He use to sit at the same&lt;br /&gt;
place where you are sitting. How can a dead person send mails to you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Parul was shocked. She didn&#39;t know how to react to this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rohan:- &quot;If you don&#39;t believe me then you can try finding his name in the&lt;br /&gt;
telephone directory. Maybe someone told you about him and because of work&lt;br /&gt;
stress you started imagining that he is sending you mails.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Parul:- &quot;I am not imagining anything. He has really send me a mail. I can&lt;br /&gt;
show you in my mailbox.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rohan:- &quot;Okay Parul I believe you but still I think you should take a break&lt;br /&gt;
and go home.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Parul was still in shock with the news she got from Rohan. She just did a&lt;br /&gt;
search on telephone directory for a name with Rahul Mehra and page returned&lt;br /&gt;
no records. She again checked the mail id and employee number details. She did&lt;br /&gt;
a search many times that day by putting various combinations but the search&lt;br /&gt;
page displayed the same message &quot;No matches found for the given search&lt;br /&gt;
criteria&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
She could not believe that someone could hack the system and send mails to&lt;br /&gt;
her from an non-existing id. She attached the mails sent by Rahul and sent it&lt;br /&gt;
to Rohan as a proof that she was not dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On seeing the attached mails even Rohan was in shock. He came to Parul&#39;s&lt;br /&gt;
desk.&lt;br /&gt;
Rohan:- &quot;I think by mistake his id has not been deleted and someone who&lt;br /&gt;
knows bout it is playing with it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Parul:- &quot;But I checked the details on telephone directory there are no&lt;br /&gt;
records available for this id.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rohan:- &quot;Talk to the CCD people and see what they have to say.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She called up the CCD people. They took control over her system and looked&lt;br /&gt;
at the mail sent by Rahul Mehra. The mail was sent from the from the same&lt;br /&gt;
computer which Parul was using. The time stamp at which the mails were sent Parul&lt;br /&gt;
had logged in. Also there was no evidence that a remote desktop connection was&lt;br /&gt;
made or mail was sent through web mail. Even the CCD people were clueless as to&lt;br /&gt;
how a mail has been sent from a non-existing id and from Parul&#39;s system itself.&lt;br /&gt;
There were no viruses or Trojans or any other kind of threats on Parul&#39;s system.&lt;br /&gt;
Her anti-virus was up to date. The whole day was gone in finding a loophole as&lt;br /&gt;
to how did Parul get such a mail in her mailbox. Parul was tired from the&lt;br /&gt;
day&#39;s happening and so she decided to leave early from the office that day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next day when Parul came back, she saw a mail from Rahul Mehra. She&lt;br /&gt;
didn&#39;t know whether she should delete that mail or read that mail. She was scared&lt;br /&gt;
to open the mail. Somehow she gained some courage and opened the mail. The&lt;br /&gt;
context of the mail was:-&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hi Parul,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Good to see that you left the office early tonight. I know Rohan told you&lt;br /&gt;
about my death.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was also a workaholic like you. I would sit late in the office, even when&lt;br /&gt;
no one was around me.&lt;br /&gt;
I just being at office. I had no friends, no social life. Even on weekends&lt;br /&gt;
I would use to come to office.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I missed all the fun in my life. Even my death happened at office while I&lt;br /&gt;
was working.&lt;br /&gt;
My dead body was found by the house keeping guy and the security guard at&lt;br /&gt;
the reception.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took a lot of work stress which my conscious mind could not bear that&lt;br /&gt;
day. I ignored all the health problems I was having.&lt;br /&gt;
And finally on that night (20. 10. 07, 11:24 PM) all these reasons became&lt;br /&gt;
responsible for my death.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now you know why I am not scared of ASHI.&lt;br /&gt;
But yes if I was alive then also I won&#39;t be scared of ASHI because I have&lt;br /&gt;
really fallen in love with you but we cant be together until your death.&lt;br /&gt;
Now the choice is yours whether you will kill yourself on your own or&lt;br /&gt;
whether I need to do the honors.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Waiting for your death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Love you always.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rahul Mehra&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who was this doll for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him, &quot;Granny, are you sure I don&#39;t have enough money?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The old lady replied, &quot;You know that you don&#39;t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who did he want to give this doll to.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I replied to him that may be Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His eyes were so sad while saying this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, &quot;I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/feeds/3992853334172967590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/02/loveyet-different-kind-of.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/3992853334172967590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/3992853334172967590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/02/loveyet-different-kind-of.html' title='Love...Yet Different Kind Of.......'/><author><name>Shraddha Sawarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919599439662006119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916200383925177391.post-8113993778105914835</id><published>2011-02-19T14:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-19T14:17:19.624+05:30</updated><title type='text'>KINDNESS Pays !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his&lt;br /&gt;way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was&lt;br /&gt;hungry.&lt;br /&gt;He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost&lt;br /&gt;his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal&lt;br /&gt;he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought&lt;br /&gt;him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, &quot;How&lt;br /&gt;much do I owe you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You don&#39;t owe me anything,&quot; she replied &quot;Mother has taught us never&lt;br /&gt;to accept payment for a kindness.&quot; He said... &quot;Then I thank you from&lt;br /&gt;my heart.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt; stronger&lt;br /&gt;physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been&lt;br /&gt;ready to give up and quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors&lt;br /&gt;were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called&lt;br /&gt;in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called&lt;br /&gt;in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came&lt;br /&gt;from, a strange light filled his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in his doctor&#39;s gown he we nt in to see her. He recognized her&lt;br /&gt;at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his&lt;br /&gt;best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the&lt;br /&gt;case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the&lt;br /&gt;business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked&lt;br /&gt;at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her&lt;br /&gt;room.&lt;br /&gt;She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her&lt;br /&gt;life to pay for it all. 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This&lt;br /&gt;romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his&lt;br /&gt;girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his&lt;br /&gt;future didn&#39;t seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until&lt;br /&gt;one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come&lt;br /&gt;back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the&lt;br /&gt;both of them, so they went their own ways there and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he&lt;br /&gt;worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make&lt;br /&gt;something out of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had&lt;br /&gt;set up his own company ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never fail until you stop trying. One rainy day, while this guy&lt;br /&gt;was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain&lt;br /&gt;walk ing to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still&lt;br /&gt;drenched. It didn&#39;t take him long to realize they were his girl&#39;s&lt;br /&gt;parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the&lt;br /&gt;couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them&lt;br /&gt;to know that he wasn&#39;t the same any more; he had his own company, car,&lt;br /&gt;condo, etc. He made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was&lt;br /&gt;walking towards a cemetery, and so he got out of his car and&lt;br /&gt;followed...and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as&lt;br /&gt;ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes right&lt;br /&gt;beside her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They&lt;br /&gt;explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with&lt;br /&gt;cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not&lt;br /&gt;want to be his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him.&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone doesn&#39;t love you the way you wa nt them to,&lt;br /&gt;doesn&#39;t mean they don&#39;t love you with all they have. She had wanted&lt;br /&gt;her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day&lt;br /&gt;comes when fate brings him to her again...he can take some of those&lt;br /&gt;back with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have loved, you will always love. For what&#39;s in your mind may&lt;br /&gt;escape but what&#39;s in your heart will remain forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy just wept...The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting&lt;br /&gt;right beside her knowing you can&#39;t have her, see her or be with her&lt;br /&gt;ever again.........hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to&lt;br /&gt;you, for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you&lt;br /&gt;thought meant nothing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/feeds/7684272224601283462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-forever.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/7684272224601283462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/7684272224601283462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-forever.html' title='Love Forever..........'/><author><name>Shraddha Sawarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919599439662006119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916200383925177391.post-1684087326614471116</id><published>2011-01-31T18:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-31T18:58:35.206+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Real Love ..By Nicole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;for me the most important is love.not gold,not diamont,not money and most of all not any treasure,you will not be happy bcoz you have that all,money can buy all,but good friends good partners in life noooooooooo,you cannot buy that,bcoz god send you that in the right time and in the right place,the most important is how to treasure them and give them true and honnest love,bcoz what ever happened they always there for you in richer and in poor,its so hard that one day when we realize that the person we love is gone and leave us,bcoz we not give them time,love and respect,so happy to love and to have love without any condition,heart cannot fix if they feel so much pain,we are not fairy that we can heal the painful heart like in the fairytails,i wish to all that if god give us a second time to love,just love them and feel for them how much important them to us,and give all your love to them without any condition and love them with all your heart and soul,im not believe that we can feel love bcoz we see the person have a good and sexy body or beauty face or handsome face,its not important,the most important is what is in your heart,its not important if you are not rich,its not important if you are graduated or not,its not important if you are not smart,its not important if your age is too young or older than your love,they say age does&#39;nt matter..in true love no rich no poor,in true love no smart no illiterate,in true love no beauty no ugly,the most important is how to give them real and true love,even distance cannot stop our heart to love and to feel inlove,so just care for your love and feel to them that you always there to comfort them,so simple to say we care and we worried to your love,but the question is if thats worried is true????bcoz if we accept our partner in our life or if we go in a relation,we need to prove it that the person we love is real part of our life,in a simple words,we can feel for them how much we care for them,but if not that is not true love,love cannot pay,love is not for play,love is not lie,love is not selfish,love is give and take,so many question in our heart that we cannot answer,but the true so happy to have a good partner in life forever!so scared and lonely to be older alone just find love that he and she will stay to you until the last beat of your heart,so happy to have loving and caring partner that when you feel alone and you need a shoulder to cry,she or he is always there for you to comfort you and give you a srtong heart,tears will fade away if your love is there for you!!!love your partner like he loves you, just remember if you say I LOVE YOU its come from the botton of your heat....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/feeds/1684087326614471116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/real-love-by-nicole.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/1684087326614471116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/1684087326614471116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/real-love-by-nicole.html' title='Real Love ..By Nicole'/><author><name>Rahul Balsaraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258247721081731153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-ZylisJWY4luNnUhPr4IwNnWSOUH9W-BIatDbyfHE0q-gHavobzAnnJpnbcFdx6em0Huj_0g9yh0aow2jIPpdUZAbpd9jlyHuc5kdXfpOhg70woOwWsUxu6vlCgi/s220/porfolio-2.bmg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916200383925177391.post-2300018455002137234</id><published>2011-01-30T18:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:33:10.874+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Commitment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;“Will you spend the rest of your life with me, honey?” is a proposition that might send shivers down your spine. If it doesn’t, you’re probably not the least bit commitment phobic. However, commitment phobia is a phenomenon on the rise! Not only do Casanovas and aspiring philanderers dread the very notion of committed relationships, but the eerie sensation has been crawling up the women’s sleeve too. No doubt, the modern era has observed drastic changes in societal values. Are relationships losing their meaning? Do commitment issues ring the death knell for romance and perhaps, even marriage? Fear of committing is made justifiable through several psychological factors, but can be tactfully dealt with. Many prefer to eliminate the word ‘commitment’ from their dictionary since to them; it is a frightening amalgamation of promise and responsibility. Commitment phobic individuals are often bi-polar and hide their feelings behind the veil of security and the possibility of heartbreak. Delve deeper into the causes, signs and remedies of commitment issues in men and women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Causes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Bad Childhood Experiences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Everybody’s childhood greatly influences one’s mindset and behavioral pattern. When a child witnesses his parents constantly at each other’s throats, he or she is likely to distrust the concept of commitment. Abusive relationships and instances of violence tend to have a nasty impact on children who inevitably harbor poor opinions of marriage and would rather spare themselves the repercussions of failed commitments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The First Cut Is The Deepest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Once bruised by love, healing takes a long time. For many, the first break-up is tormenting and they run away from future prospects of love in order to evade the brutal consequences that could follow. Cheating or bad fallout fuels a sensitive being’s resolution to not fall in the throes of love. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Fear Of Losing Freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Freedom is the essence of some people’s living. Without it, they’d rather face death. A career minded woman would loath the mere suggestion of giving up her job to perform the domestic chores dictated by a demanding husband. Similarly, a man prefers his own space, his liberty to step in and out of his abode whenever he desires. The possibility of being constantly hounded and hen-pecked by wife is foreboding and provides adequate incentive to stay single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Signs That A Man Is Commitment Phobic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul type=&quot;disc&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;A vast history of short relationships is a strong indication that the man fears commitment and is escaping from the conventional expectation to settle down and raise children. Moreover, a vulnerability to infidelity is generally another sign of commitment phobia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Is he unbelievingly charming? Does he sweep almost every attractive woman off her pretty feet? Don’t be deceived by his romantic gestures as the man is probably luring you to the bedroom with his magnetism. Chances are he will run away the next morning and sniff out for a new target. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;While he savors the sweet adrenaline rush of the chase, he ebbs away from the kill. In other words, he derives immense pleasure in the playground romance and sex but when it comes down the serious relationship, embrace yourself for some clichéd excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;You will soon grow enraged with&amp;nbsp;his incessant unavailability and inaccessibility. You can never contact the person when you want to! Also, the person never justifies his lack of accessibility and only dials your number only when it suits him best. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;If he has never invited you to his home, you ought to doubt his sincerity in the relationship. His home might be ravishing and yet he may not fancy the idea of you scrutinizing his peculiar living arrangements. He possibly wants to keep a low profile and not juxtapose his internal surroundings with elements from the outside world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;The word “forever” petrifies men to no end. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Signs That A Woman Is Commitment Phobic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul type=&quot;disc&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;A woman behaves erratically when there are a hundred and one thought conflicts in her head.&amp;nbsp;She might back out of a date last minute which could mean that she has been having second thoughts. Hopping from one career stream or course to another is a strong indication that the woman has issues with commitment, whether it is a man or her professional career! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Just like with the men, embarking a string of very brief relationships exudes symptoms of commitment phobia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Is she unusually elusive and cold? Does she dismiss every single cue to share her feelings? Perhaps, her low threshold for pain and trust deters her from opening up to people. Failed relationships in the past scare her from venturing into newer pastures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;If she chooses work and friends over relationships every time, it&amp;nbsp;hints towards a thriving fear of commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Now that you have virtually dissected the nub of commitment issues, hope you will be able to sense them and tactfully rectify the damage that ensues.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/feeds/2300018455002137234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/commitment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/2300018455002137234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/2300018455002137234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/commitment.html' title='Commitment'/><author><name>Rahul Balsaraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258247721081731153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-ZylisJWY4luNnUhPr4IwNnWSOUH9W-BIatDbyfHE0q-gHavobzAnnJpnbcFdx6em0Huj_0g9yh0aow2jIPpdUZAbpd9jlyHuc5kdXfpOhg70woOwWsUxu6vlCgi/s220/porfolio-2.bmg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916200383925177391.post-8308913685634502782</id><published>2011-01-29T17:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-29T18:00:32.373+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TRUE LOVE...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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style=&quot;color: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Juice ITC&#39;; font-size: 18pt;&quot;&gt;That is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Juice ITC&#39;; font-size: 18pt;&quot;&gt;love !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/feeds/8308913685634502782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/true-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/8308913685634502782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/8308913685634502782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/true-love.html' title='TRUE LOVE...........'/><author><name>Rahul Balsaraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258247721081731153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-ZylisJWY4luNnUhPr4IwNnWSOUH9W-BIatDbyfHE0q-gHavobzAnnJpnbcFdx6em0Huj_0g9yh0aow2jIPpdUZAbpd9jlyHuc5kdXfpOhg70woOwWsUxu6vlCgi/s220/porfolio-2.bmg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916200383925177391.post-302018005877213312</id><published>2011-01-28T15:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:40:24.751+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love..Wat it is??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t pretend to know what love is for everyone,but i can tell u what it is for me.Love is knowing everything about someone,and still wanting to be with them more than any other person.Love is trusting them enough to tell everything about yourself,including the things u might be ashamed of.Love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone,but still get weak knees when they come n smile at u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/feeds/302018005877213312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/lovewat-it-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/302018005877213312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/302018005877213312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/lovewat-it-is.html' title='Love..Wat it is??'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916200383925177391.post-5991057605923008119</id><published>2011-01-27T12:16:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-27T17:49:02.694+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete Love......................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Avinash was very happy that he got a job in Techworld International a reputed IT outsourcing company and it was a good job with a decent pay packet and other facilities. He was an eligible bachelor who didn&#39;t have any past in terms of relationships and he was desperately waiting for the girl divine. A few days into his new job and he came across the HRM named Anuradha. He knew instantly that it was true love and Anuradha was the one he had waited for all his years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Being good looking, matured, earning and with a great sense of humour, it was not difficult for him to serenade the object of his affection. Soon the two started dating and an intense romance followed. Another two years went by and the two tied the knot with their parental consent. A long and memorable honeymoon in the Alps was something they both have planned for and they were delighted to see their plans getting fulfilled. In fact life was bliss till the mighty recession hit the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;gmail_quote&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Avinash struggled to retain his job and finally lost it whereas Anuradha also relocated to another company which was far from their house. Initially Avinash was quiet confident of lapping up a job at the drop of a hat but soon the realization dawned on him that talent was not the only requisite for getting employment and he started getting impatient. Anuradha was working harder than ever to earn more and keep the flame burning in the kitchen. Somehow, Avinash managed to get a job at a lesser salary in a nearby company and started working really hard to support Anuradha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;They were devoted to each other and had no egos or rules that were imposed on the other partner. Every evening when Anuradha used to come home, Avinash used to serve her coffee and used to massage her feet, sometimes oil her hair and used to try and do anything to make her comfortable and relaxed after a hard day&#39;s work. Soon it used to be dinner time and after dinner Avinash used to leave for work as he worked in the night shifts. In the morning Anuradha used to get the breakfast ready for Avinash as he returned from work and she too used to try and do things to make Avinash happy though she had very little time as her office cab used to arrive very early because she had to travel a long distance to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Slowly the two started spending lesser and lesser time together. On weekdays, there was hardly any time apart from the few moments that they spent in the evenings and sometimes Avinash even worked on Sunday and other holidays to get in that extra bit of money and that meant no time together. Anuradha had a very good friend at workplace who used to travel together in the office cab too. He was really a fun loving person and Anuradha got along pretty well with him. Since they both worked together and shared the same timings this friendship only got stronger and special by the day. They used to talk for hours and hours after work as Anuradha was more or less alone at home. Sometimes they even went out on trips and shopping sprees together because Avinash had no time to be with her. Even if he was home on weekends, he used to sleep off most of the day and only Sudhir (the friend) used to give company to Anuradha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Sudhir was good looking, rich and single and he treated Anuradha very specially. Anuradha didn&#39;t even realize when Sudhir became an integral part of her routine and now it was impossible for her to even stay without talking to him for a day or meeting him on the weekends. Avinash also realized this but he trusted his wife and knew that she spent time with Sudhir just because she feels lonely at home and Avinash was not able to provide her time for outings. He had complete faith in her and was sure that Anuradha won&#39;t cross the limits of friendship. One day Anuradha and Sudhir went for a long drive and Sudhir just refused to take a u turn. After a few hours of drive they reached Nainital and once reaching there, Sudhir declared that he was very tired and sleepy and won&#39;t be able to drive back the same day. At home Avinash was getting impatient because it was already near dark and Anuradha hadn&#39;t called him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Anuradha also felt nervous but couldn&#39;t get Sudhir to drive back and finally at 8 pm she called Avinash to tell him that she won&#39;t be able to return that night as she was stuck in a meeting with a foreign delegation and the meeting was likely to run after dinner too. She told Avinash that she will be home only the next evening as the office had arranged for a guesthouse nearby after the meetings. Avinash took her word and went to sleep though a great deal disappointed as he missed his wife on his rare off night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;In Nainital, Sudhir and Anuradha checked into a hotel and decided to spend the night there and leave for Delhi early next morning. They sat in their room talking and discussing their lives and soon Sudhir managed to pry open the concealed emotions of Anuradha and she let her lonelyness and lack of companionship flow out with her tears. Soon the emotions turned into passion and by the time the passion gave way to realization, Anuradha had crossed over to being infidel. She cried a lot but soon regained her composure and Sudhir told her to keep quiet and to stay balanced in her married life as well as love life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&quot;He is your husband and would never forgive you. He trusts you and he would never doubt that the business meeting was a night out with your lover. He is your responsibility and I don&#39;t stop you but I am your companion, I am the person who gives you happiness and good times so enjoy both the world Anu&quot; Sudhir said as he helped her dress and get ready to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;After a few days Anuradha forgot the incident and the guilt feeling. However, Sudhir was now closer than ever and after the initial hesitation, she also started enjoying and juggling the two lives comfortably. Sudhir got more and more passionate about her and now he had started objecting to her relationship with Avinash and putting restrictions on her. He ridiculed her for being foolish and marrying a person who didn&#39;t love her. Anuradha felt very uneasy with this changed behaviour from Sudhir as she had given everything to him and she used to be very obedient and understanding to him. She started realizing the kind of love that Avinash provided her without any restrictions and doubts. She soon was overcome with guilt and though Sudhir warned her not to talk about their relationship to Avinash, one Sunday night she spoke out and told Avinash everything about Sudhir and her affair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Why could you not tell me immediately Anu?&quot; Avinash asked coolly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&quot;I was afraid that you won&#39;t understand and will leave me.&quot; Anuradha cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Is that all you could know about me in all these years of our relationship?&quot; He asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&quot;I am sorry, I was enjoying a lot and felt very lonely in your absence. Sudhir&#39;s presence just used to give me the happy moments that I wanted to have from you. I didn&#39;t realize how I ended up making one mistake after the other.&quot; Anuradha cried even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Let&#39;s sleep Anuradha as we have a busy tommorrow and you need to leave for work early morning.&quot; Avinash said and rolled over to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Next morning Anuradha woke up at the ring of the alarm and didn&#39;t find Avinash at her side. She thought that he must have gone to the kitchen to make breakfast as was his habit on mondays. He always used to say that she should start the week relaxed and she again felt a few tears rolling down at his love for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;There was no sign of Avinash when she returned from bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Avi, where are you?&quot; She entered the kitchen calling out to him and to her surprize she found a small piece of paper pasted to the refrigerator door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Goodbye Anuradha. You proved that my love was incompetent and not sufficient to keep you happy. God bless you and Sudhir. You will never hear from me again. Only yours, Avinash.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/feeds/5991057605923008119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/incomplete-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/5991057605923008119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/5991057605923008119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/incomplete-love.html' title='Incomplete Love......................'/><author><name>Shraddha Sawarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919599439662006119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916200383925177391.post-2161804650937426512</id><published>2011-01-23T23:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:45:50.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finding True LOVE..............!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;4 person in your life how many have u found?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;1st-urself,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;2nd-1 u love most,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;3rd-1 who love u most,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;4th-1 you spend the rest of your life with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;firstly u&#39;ll meet the 1 u love most, and learn how love feels.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Because u know how love feels, so u can find the person who loves u most.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When u&#39;ve experienced the feeling of loving others and being loved, u&#39;ll then know what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;it is u need most. Then u will find the person who is most suitable for u, to be able to spend the rest of your life with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Sadly,in real life,these 3 people are usually not the same person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The one u love most doesn&#39;t love you. The one,who love u most,is never the one u love most. And the one u spend your life with,is never the one u love most or the one who love u most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He/she is just the person who happens to be at the right place at the right time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Which person are u in other people&#39;s life?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;No person will purposely have a change of heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;At the point in time when he loves u, he/she really loves u.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But when he/she doesn&#39;t love u anymore, he/she really doesn&#39;t love u anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When he/she loves u, he/she can&#39;t pretend that he/she doesn&#39;t.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;same goes, when he/she loves u no more, there&#39;s no way he/she can pretend he/she loves u. When a person doesn&#39;t love u and wants to leave u. u must ask yourself if u still love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;him/her, If u also don&#39;t love him/her anymore, do not keep him/her just to save your pride. If you still love him/her, you should wish him/her happiness, and hope that he/she will be with the one he/she loves most, not stop him/her from it. If you stop him/her from finding true happiness with the one he/she loves, it shows u already don&#39;t love him/her, And if you don&#39;t love him/her, what rights do you have to blame him/her for a change of heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Love is not possessive, if you like the moon, you can&#39;t just take it down and put it in your basin, But the moonlight still shines upon you. In other words, when you love a person, you can use another method of possessing the person. Let him/her become a permanent memory in you life. If you really love a person, you must love him/her for what he/she is. Love him/her for his/her good points, and the bad, You can&#39;t wish for him/her to become like what you like him/her to be just because you love him/her. If he/she can&#39;t change to become what you like him/her to be, you don&#39;t love him/her anymore. When you really love a person, you cannot find a reason why you love him/her, You only know that no matter when and where, good mood or bad mood, you will wish to have this person be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Real love is when two people can go through the toughest problems without asking for promises or listing criteria. In a relationship, you have to put in effort and give in at times, not always be on the receiving end. Being away from each other is a type of test, If the relationship isn&#39;t strong, then you can only admit defeat. Real love will never become hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When two people are in love, They love to ask each other to swear, to make promises. Why do they ask each other to swear and promise? Because they don&#39;t trust each other,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;they don&#39;t trust their lover. These swear and promises are useless; Till the sky falls, till the ocean dry, my love for u will never change! We all know that the sky will never fall; the ocean will never dry, Even if it does happen, are we still alive by then? Be careful when making promises; don&#39;t make promises that you cannot keep. Swear by things that can never happen, because it can never happen, so no harm just saying it casually. Rmember? Swearing by things that can never happen are the most touching!!?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In a relationship, what you say is one thing, but what you do is another;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The 1 saying, doesn&#39;t believe; the 1 listening, also doesn&#39;t beli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvlCIrfq7dnmnCHyj0XhcxFBEg_07_BoI16v0UaydDuzcRdDMjPOK9P3ftIQE89rDbOQqkSoLhWWPNxSz3yvlUzEMiPlAQUNsj4QrOmkIV3RRSel6sbcN6yWD8eg6wIAtlerHWzuv4Ng/s1600/image001122.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;263&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvlCIrfq7dnmnCHyj0XhcxFBEg_07_BoI16v0UaydDuzcRdDMjPOK9P3ftIQE89rDbOQqkSoLhWWPNxSz3yvlUzEMiPlAQUNsj4QrOmkIV3RRSel6sbcN6yWD8eg6wIAtlerHWzuv4Ng/s400/image001122.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Are you really in love? Or do you think that you are in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;There is a big difference between Love and infatuation. Some people can&#39;t tell the difference, thinking they are in love but really it is a deep infatuation. Infatuation is instant desire - one set of glands calling to another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Love is friendship that has caught fire. It takes root and grows, one day at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Infatuation is marked by a feeling of insecurity. You are excited and eager, but not genuinely happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;There are nagging doubts, unanswered questions, little bits and pieces about your beloved that you would just as soon not examine too closely. It might spoil the dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Love is the quiet understanding and mature acceptance of imperfection. It is real. It gives you strength and grows beyond you - to bolster your beloved. You are warmed by their presence, even when they are away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Miles do not separate you. You have so many wonderful little films in your head that you keep replaying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But near or far, you know they are yours, and you can wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Infatuation says, &quot;We must get married right away. I can&#39;t risk losing them.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Love says, &quot;Be patient. Don&#39;t panic. Plan your future with confidence.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Infatuation has an element of sexual excitement. Whenever you are together, you hope it will end in intimacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Love is not based on sex. It is the maturation of friendship, which makes sex so much sweeter. You must be friends before you can be lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Infatuation lacks confidence. When they&#39;re away, you wonder if they&#39;re cheating. Sometimes, you check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Love means trust. You are calm, secure and unthreatened. They feel your trust, and it makes them even more trustworthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Infatuation might lead you to do things you will regret, but love never steers you in the wrong direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Love is an upper. It makes you feel whole. It completes the circle. It fills the empty space in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Love is elevating. It lifts you up. It makes you look up. It makes you think up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It makes you a better person than you were before. If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things you don&#39;t have. If there is no love in your life, whatever else there is has a lot less meaning. The secret of our being is not only to live but to have something to live for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;INFATUATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Infatuation is a feeling; real love involves a commitment also. Infatuation is just love of emotion. Real love, though, is love of devotion. Only the emotions are affected in infatuation, but in real love both the emotions and the will are involved. Next, a person &quot;fall into&quot; infatuation, but &quot;grows into&quot; real love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Guys, have you ever seen a girl who was so beautiful that you thought you&#39;d faint?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This is infatuation! It is based totally on physical attraction. often you don&#39;t know much in-depth about the person you so-called love. Thus, infatuation is mostly biological. Also remember, never tell a girl you love her, unless you are willing to marry her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Then, infatuation is basically selfish where real love is basically selfless.Infatuation is more interested in satisfying yourself and the feeling than it is in the other person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Real love is primarily interested in the other person. It seeks to give instead of get.. Love unselfishly seeks the highest good for the other person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Lastly, infatuation is weakened by time and separation where real love is strengthened by time and separation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This does not mean that there will be no pain in separation. On the contrary, there is great pain in separation if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;you are truly in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Now you know what is infatuation, we will go on to discuss about the details of a true love. Love is patient. The word translated &quot;patient&quot; means to wait patiently for the fulfilment of expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When you have difficulty dating this girl and she does not want to come out, if you truly love her, you will not complain and blame her, you must look at the situation from her point of view - maybe she is having some problems which prevented her from coming out. You must react to it with patience and understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Next, have you ever met someone you liked so much that you wanted to push the relationship and make it progress faster? Sure you have! Love, however, is willing to give a relationship time to grow at a natural pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It does not push but is willing to wait for the relationship to grow at a rate that is satisfactory to both parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Love is Kind Love seeks to encourage and build up others. It respects the feelings and emotions of others..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It finds its greatest satisfaction in making others happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You can do the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;1. Give one another things such as gifts and encouragement cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;2. Compliment one another. Magnify the other party&#39;s strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;3. Listen to one another. Pay close attention to what each of you has to say and make each other feel that what each says is important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;4. Treat one another special in public. Compliment and encourage one another sincerely in the presence of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;5. Love is Not Jealous. Jealousy usually indicates an insecure and immature heart. Love wants the best for others, but jealousy is possessive. Jealous is reflected in the childish statement, &quot;If he is going to talk to her, then he can just forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;about me!&quot; Often, one person wants to totally possess the other and to restrict her relationships with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;6. Love is not about bragging. Love is not a windbag and is not anxious to impress. Often a guy will brag to a girl, trying to impress her so that she will like him. A truly great person, however, does not need to exalt himself! Others will exalt him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;7. Love is Not Arrogant. Love is not conceited, boastful,cocky, or stuck-up. Love, instead, is humble and has a servant attitude. Sometimes, a guy may come across to a girl with an &quot;I can take you or leave you&quot; attitude. His demeanour implies, &quot;You ought to be thankful that somebody as neat as me is dating you.&quot; Of course, this is not love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;8. Love always covers. This word cover means to pass over in silence, to keep confidential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;9. Love is patient with the faults of others. It doesn&#39;t criticise and broadcast to the world the faults of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Love is there even when it knows the other is not perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;10. Love always Perseveres. Love always stands its ground and hold out. It will outlast anything. It will even love in the face of unrequited love. Real love will last though all sorts of trials, tribulations and stresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;11. Love is Not Provoked. This means that love has a long fuse. It does not become irritated and angry. It is not easily offended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;12. Love does not seek its own. This is the heart of love. Love is other-centred rather than self- centred. Love says, &quot;I love you, I want to give to you.&quot; Selfishness says, &quot;I love you, I want you!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;13. Love does not act unbecomingly. This means that love does not behave disgracefully, dishonourably or indecently. It does not embarrass others by its action. It is characterised by tact and sensitivity. This also means that love should have good manner. Be sure to do little things like opening doors for your girl, or offering her your arm when you walk &lt;/span&gt;together.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/feeds/3716438175826919317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/difference-between-love-and-infatuation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/3716438175826919317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/3716438175826919317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/difference-between-love-and-infatuation.html' title='Difference Between Love and Infatuation'/><author><name>Rahul Balsaraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258247721081731153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-ZylisJWY4luNnUhPr4IwNnWSOUH9W-BIatDbyfHE0q-gHavobzAnnJpnbcFdx6em0Huj_0g9yh0aow2jIPpdUZAbpd9jlyHuc5kdXfpOhg70woOwWsUxu6vlCgi/s220/porfolio-2.bmg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvlCIrfq7dnmnCHyj0XhcxFBEg_07_BoI16v0UaydDuzcRdDMjPOK9P3ftIQE89rDbOQqkSoLhWWPNxSz3yvlUzEMiPlAQUNsj4QrOmkIV3RRSel6sbcN6yWD8eg6wIAtlerHWzuv4Ng/s72-c/image001122.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916200383925177391.post-2040297483859494185</id><published>2011-01-22T10:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-22T10:11:36.481+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My First Encounter With LOVE.....(Last Part)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The next day comes.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;We were in the same cafe,We were on the same table...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Again she was with the same look...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Suddenly I asked the waiter, &quot;Would you please give me some salt? I&#39;d like to put it in my coffee.&quot; Everybody stared at me, so strange! my face turned red but still, I put the salt in my coffee and drank it. She asked me curiously, &quot;Why you have this hobby?&quot; I replied, &quot;When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there.&quot; While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That&#39;s his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home... Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. We continued to date. She found that actually I was a man who meets all her demands; I had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. I was such a good person but she almost missed me! Thanks to my salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then we were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for me, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that&#39;s the way I liked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;After 40 years, &amp;nbsp;before I passed away, left her a letter which said, &quot;My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life&#39;s lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything... Now I&#39;m dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don&#39;t like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste... But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her, &quot;What&#39;s the taste of salty coffee?&quot; She replied, &quot;It&#39;s sweet.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/feeds/2040297483859494185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-first-encounter-with-lovelast-part.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/2040297483859494185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/2040297483859494185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-first-encounter-with-lovelast-part.html' title='My First Encounter With LOVE.....(Last Part)'/><author><name>Rahul Balsaraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258247721081731153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-ZylisJWY4luNnUhPr4IwNnWSOUH9W-BIatDbyfHE0q-gHavobzAnnJpnbcFdx6em0Huj_0g9yh0aow2jIPpdUZAbpd9jlyHuc5kdXfpOhg70woOwWsUxu6vlCgi/s220/porfolio-2.bmg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916200383925177391.post-6089676393962601649</id><published>2011-01-20T12:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-20T16:46:22.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My First Encounter With LOVE.....(Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Though we r miles apart, u r always n my heart. I close my eyes &amp;amp; der u r. Even f I&#39;ll see u never, I&#39;ll always b here 2 care 4 u, far longer dan 4ever...&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;One December night, she sent me this message. By that time we had been exchanging messages for more than a month. God knew how happy I was. She was right. Although we had not seen each other, what we felt was enough to make us both realize what was keeping us together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I sent her another message, &quot;Loving u secretly is a hard thing 4 me 2 do,hoping, wondring that u will feel d same way 2, but I can&#39;t read r mind f u luv me 2. But whatever it is, I&#39;ll still be loving u.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;How I wish I cud really tell u how much u mean 2 me, but m afraid 2 love, scared 2 get hurt... I hope dat u will wait 4 me &amp;amp; pray dat u will not get tired of loving me...=)&quot; was her reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And then I replied again. &quot; The reason y I met u is bcoz of destiny but f destiny will suggest dat I&#39;ll live w/o u, den, I&#39;ll lie not by destiny but of free will.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally, she always answered, &quot;Soon...soon, love...soon.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Not seeing each other did not lessen, even a bit, what I felt for her...rather, it even grew deeper and stronger each day. And I was sure, she felt the same way, too. Love messages continued to flow through our lines, between our hearts, which made us go on each day with the thought that sooner, we would see each other, face to face, heart to heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Just a few days before Christmas. She stopped sending messages. At first I just though she had ran out of prepaid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But there was something that kept bothering me... I couldn&#39;t understand what was it, but it made me fell nervous. I tried to call her but she wouldn&#39;t answer. Nevertheless, I continued sending messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Suddenly one night, just three days before christmas. I heard my phone&#39;s message tone again... at last!It was from her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Oftentyms we say gudbye 2 d 1 we luv w/o wanting 2. Though dat doesn&#39;t mean dat we stopped loving dem or we stopped 2 care. Sometyms, GOODBYE is a painful way 2 say I LOVE YOU.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I was shocked. I didn&#39;t know what to think of. What did she mean? I texted her back, searching for answers, but found nothing. I called her but she would not answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable...desperate... empty. I didn&#39;t know what to do. I didn&#39;t want to lose her. I had learned to love her. And I wanted to be with her forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The following days I felt nothing but emptiness. It seemed that Raveena took the life out of me. I missed her so much...her messages...The tones that would tell me she&#39;d sent another loving message. Nothing around me could feel the emptiness I felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Tut...tut...tut...tut...tut...just a day before Christmas, my cell beeped again. It was her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Meet me at d café, 10 AM 2day,&quot; I read aloud, making sure the message was true, then I jumped with joy upon hearing from her again. Hurriedly, I got myself ready and I went to the mall. I knew it was still early, but I wanted to be there before she arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I arrived at the meeting place ten minutes earlier. I was surprised to see her already there, smiling at me. She was very beautiful, Black, deep-set eyes that spoke a thousand words; small, kissable lips; a nose perfectly chiseled and long black hair - everything in her was beautiful. And yes, her eyes radiated kindness and love...but there was a flicker of something in them...sadness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Hi, Ranbir,&quot; said the angelic voice I had been dreaming of each night. The voice that I had waited to hear for so long. &quot;Please sit down.&quot; &quot;I am very pleased to meet you, &quot; I said, as I took my seat and gave the roses I brought for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Thanks,ranbir,&quot; she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses. I knew she loved pink roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;You are always welcome, Love&quot; &quot;ranbir, I can&#39;t stay,&quot; she said, sadness in her voice, or was it tears? &quot;I really must go.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;But we just met, Raveena. Can&#39;t we talk a little longer?&quot; I asked, pleadingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;I can&#39;t really. I just came here to see you and thank you for the time you shared with me. Thank you for everything, Julius. I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She was looking at me straight into the eyes, and I could really feel the sadness in her voice and I swear, there was something in her voice and I swear, there was something in those lovely yet lonely eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She got up and smiled at me, lovingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Tomorrow morning, please come and visit me,&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt; never forget you...you will always be here in my heart.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;To be continued....(last Part)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/feeds/6089676393962601649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-first-encounter-with-lovepart-2.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/6089676393962601649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/6089676393962601649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-first-encounter-with-lovepart-2.html' title='My First Encounter With LOVE.....(Part 2)'/><author><name>Rahul Balsaraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258247721081731153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-ZylisJWY4luNnUhPr4IwNnWSOUH9W-BIatDbyfHE0q-gHavobzAnnJpnbcFdx6em0Huj_0g9yh0aow2jIPpdUZAbpd9jlyHuc5kdXfpOhg70woOwWsUxu6vlCgi/s220/porfolio-2.bmg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916200383925177391.post-8197817818298057977</id><published>2011-01-19T14:43:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-19T14:59:46.256+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My First Encounter With LOVE.....(Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/4100000/Love-wallpaper-love-4187609-1920-1200.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;125&quot; src=&quot;http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/4100000/Love-wallpaper-love-4187609-1920-1200.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My cellphone&#39;s beeping sound woke me up one night. Used to receiving important messages only, I grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the keys and read the message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Hi there! Can we messeg??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted the message right away and placed the phone on my bedside table, I tried to go back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Hi there! Can we messeg??????again, the message said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Who the hell could this be asking for messeges at the wee hours of the night?&quot; I asked myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I was never a sms savy - someone who enjoys texting anyone and everyone even at the wee hours of night, not to mention during the day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I wanted to turn the cell off, but since my mother was fond of calling me at night, just to check if I was safe at home, I decided not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the phone beeped again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Same number...Such determination!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Ply reply 2 dis msg and get rid &amp;nbsp;of emptiness!!!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I never knew why, but the message struck me. I got up and pushed the keys... I just realized I was replying to the message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Im not an angel, n f u want som1 2 save u, m not superman... I&#39;m just a simple prson who u wake up at dis time of my nyt!!! Nway, do I know u?&quot; I typed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Seconds later came the reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Nope. U don&#39;t know dis lonely soul. Nor does she know u. But I want 2 b ur frnd. I&#39;m Ravina(name cant disclose).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;U?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Just call me Ranbir(name cant disclose).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;How &amp;nbsp;u get my no.?&quot; I sent back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Hi sachin, nice 2 meet u. Just shuffled the last two digits of mine,&quot; she replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone over the cellphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that night. We only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM! I had to prepare for office!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And that was also how it all started. A day would not pass without it loving and thoughtful messages from her. It was only then I had learned to appreciate text messages and become eager and excited everytime my phone beeped, hoping it would be her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Ravina brought out something about me that I never knew I had; I realized I could also be a romantic person... even if it&#39;s just through text messaging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Keep me as a frnd &amp;amp; I will keep u in my heart. Lock it up &amp;amp; throw away d key so dat no1 can evr tke u away from me...&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;One day, she sent this message to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I replied: &#39;In life, we seldom find a true prson &amp;amp; f u evr find 1, hold on &amp;amp; nvr let go... value dat prson coz it&#39;s lyf&#39;s gift worth keeping &amp;amp; holdin on...&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine, &quot; Value d people who have touched ur life bcoz u will never know just wen dey will walk out of ur lyf &amp;amp; nvr come back again.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I couldn&#39;t understand what I felt that moment, but one thing I was sure though... I could not go on a day without a single word from her. I&#39;d become used to having her, eventhough we had not met personally. But truly, she already occupied a space, a large one, in fact in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I texted her back. &quot;Dont come close f later u will jst pass by; don&#39;t touch me if later u will jst let me cry; dont luv me if later u will jst leave me and won&#39;t stay...&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I didn&#39;t know why I sent her that message, but somehow I felt, every word came from my heart. In the short span of time we were sending messages to each other, I knew, I was starting to keep her in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I called her once. The voice on the other end was like an angel&#39;s. Soft, kind, full of love. Yet, there was something in it I couldn&#39;t define. We only talked for a few minutes. Before she hung up, she told me not to call again. According to her, it would be better if we would just text each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But the voice kept ringing, not only in my head, but in my heart, I&#39;d long to hear it once more. I tried to call her again, but she never answered the phone. She just kept on sending messages and quotations, which I copied in a little notebook. I didn&#39;t know. All I could say was that all the messages she sent me were wonderful, they came from the heart and cut through the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;to be continued.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/feeds/8197817818298057977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-first-encounter_921.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/8197817818298057977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/8197817818298057977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-first-encounter_921.html' title='My First Encounter With LOVE.....(Part 1)'/><author><name>Rahul Balsaraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258247721081731153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-ZylisJWY4luNnUhPr4IwNnWSOUH9W-BIatDbyfHE0q-gHavobzAnnJpnbcFdx6em0Huj_0g9yh0aow2jIPpdUZAbpd9jlyHuc5kdXfpOhg70woOwWsUxu6vlCgi/s220/porfolio-2.bmg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916200383925177391.post-6525171669578338831</id><published>2011-01-18T07:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-18T07:18:47.339+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love Meaning...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;To love is to share life together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;to build special plans just for two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;to work side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;and then smile with pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;as one by one, dreams all come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;To love is to help and encourage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;with smiles and sincere words of praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;to take time to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;to listen and care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;in tender, affectionate ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;To love is to have someone special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;one who you can always depend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;to be there through the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;sharing laughter and tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;as a partner, a lover, a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;To love is to make special memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;of moments you love to recall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;of all the good things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;that sharing life brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;love is the greatest of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve learned the full meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;of sharing and caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;and having my dreams all come true;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve learned the full meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;of being in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;by being and loving with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/feeds/6525171669578338831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-meaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/6525171669578338831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/6525171669578338831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-meaning.html' title='Love Meaning...........'/><author><name>Rahul Balsaraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258247721081731153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-ZylisJWY4luNnUhPr4IwNnWSOUH9W-BIatDbyfHE0q-gHavobzAnnJpnbcFdx6em0Huj_0g9yh0aow2jIPpdUZAbpd9jlyHuc5kdXfpOhg70woOwWsUxu6vlCgi/s220/porfolio-2.bmg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916200383925177391.post-838736138922262928</id><published>2011-01-10T12:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-10T12:45:06.682+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Be Happy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; &quot;&gt;There was a blind girl who was filled with animosity and despised the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn&#39;t have many friends, just a boyfriend who loved her deeply, like no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always used to say that she&#39;d marry him if she could see him. Suddenly, one day someone donated her a pair of eyes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that&#39;s when she finally saw her boyfriend…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was astonished to see that her boyfriend too was blind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told her, &quot;You can see me now, can we get married?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, &quot;And do what? We&#39;d never be happy. I have my eye sight now, but you&#39;re still blind. It won&#39;t work out, I&#39;m sorry.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a tear in his eye and a smile on his face, he meekly said, &quot;I understand. I just want you to always be happy. Take care of yourself, and &lt;strong&gt;my eyes&lt;/strong&gt;.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/feeds/838736138922262928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/be-happy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/838736138922262928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/838736138922262928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/be-happy.html' title='Be Happy.....'/><author><name>Shraddha Sawarkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919599439662006119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916200383925177391.post-6915055098209125305</id><published>2011-01-08T16:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-08T16:20:38.064+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My love for u.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My love for you is as cool as the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;as we walked through the waves with love and devotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;my love for you is not as complex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;it’s not just your looks or the great sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;it’s your personality that shines to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;being with you shows what love can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I look at the picture that you sent me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;knowing your waiting makes me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;all the times we’ve spent together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I just hope the good times can last forever and ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I never want anyone to tear us apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;a piece of you will always be in my heart…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/feeds/6915055098209125305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-love-for-u.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/6915055098209125305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/6915055098209125305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-love-for-u.html' title='My love for u.........'/><author><name>Rahul Balsaraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258247721081731153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-ZylisJWY4luNnUhPr4IwNnWSOUH9W-BIatDbyfHE0q-gHavobzAnnJpnbcFdx6em0Huj_0g9yh0aow2jIPpdUZAbpd9jlyHuc5kdXfpOhg70woOwWsUxu6vlCgi/s220/porfolio-2.bmg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916200383925177391.post-1050424203728313802</id><published>2011-01-08T08:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-08T08:47:04.602+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The End............ :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The end sadly came. You made me feel so special,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;you even made me feel Unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Having you by my side made me feel so right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Even though we choose to part I hope you’ll now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You’ll always be in my heart, in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You’ll be that special one, my first kiss&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The one guy I’ll truly miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;No one will make me forget,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;the way you held me in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;is one I’ll never regret.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So now we say our “good-byes”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;and I try so hard not to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/feeds/1050424203728313802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/1050424203728313802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/1050424203728313802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/end.html' title='The End............ :('/><author><name>Rahul Balsaraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258247721081731153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-ZylisJWY4luNnUhPr4IwNnWSOUH9W-BIatDbyfHE0q-gHavobzAnnJpnbcFdx6em0Huj_0g9yh0aow2jIPpdUZAbpd9jlyHuc5kdXfpOhg70woOwWsUxu6vlCgi/s220/porfolio-2.bmg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916200383925177391.post-140268105185142493</id><published>2011-01-07T22:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-07T22:51:30.829+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;one day&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;one day will you come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;one day will you say&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&quot;I&#39;m sorry, be with me again&quot;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;just one day&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;one day tell me &quot;I love you”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;just one day&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;one day in the near futuare come back to me&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;and when that one day comes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;we can reduce the past exactly&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;reduce the whole past exactly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;one day, please,&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;just one day&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/feeds/140268105185142493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/140268105185142493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/140268105185142493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-day.html' title='One Day....'/><author><name>Rahul Balsaraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258247721081731153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-ZylisJWY4luNnUhPr4IwNnWSOUH9W-BIatDbyfHE0q-gHavobzAnnJpnbcFdx6em0Huj_0g9yh0aow2jIPpdUZAbpd9jlyHuc5kdXfpOhg70woOwWsUxu6vlCgi/s220/porfolio-2.bmg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916200383925177391.post-71684576071235343</id><published>2011-01-07T18:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-07T18:32:19.884+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Believe in me...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Do you believe dreams come true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Do you believe in all this, I know I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I believe that dreams come true&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;because I have always dreamed of someone like you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I believe in love at first sight&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;because it just felt so right when I saw you that night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Now I believe, so, baby, please never leave ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;just stay with me and maybe you will finally see&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;that you also believe in me !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/feeds/71684576071235343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/believe-in-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/71684576071235343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/71684576071235343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/believe-in-me.html' title='Believe in me...........'/><author><name>Rahul Balsaraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258247721081731153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-ZylisJWY4luNnUhPr4IwNnWSOUH9W-BIatDbyfHE0q-gHavobzAnnJpnbcFdx6em0Huj_0g9yh0aow2jIPpdUZAbpd9jlyHuc5kdXfpOhg70woOwWsUxu6vlCgi/s220/porfolio-2.bmg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916200383925177391.post-4536498076903001939</id><published>2011-01-06T19:48:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-06T20:05:10.198+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I HATE YOU..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;i was fine befor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;e you walked into my&amp;nbsp;life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I hate your hair, your clothes and your style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc;&quot;&gt;I hate your&amp;nbsp;humour, your voice and your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;I hate everything that belongs to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;you because they just remind me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;I hate you when you don’t even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;care to talk at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;I hate you when you ignore the stupid me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;I&amp;nbsp;hate to see you because the more I see you, the more I think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;I&amp;nbsp;hate you when I wake up in the morning because you are the first thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;I hate you when I go to bed at night because you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;always in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;I hate you when I’m feeling lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;I hate you&amp;nbsp;when you’re feeling sad because you never share with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;I hate you&amp;nbsp;when I try to get close to you because you never understand me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;I hate&amp;nbsp;you because no matter how hard I try I cannot get you out of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;I&amp;nbsp;hate you because the truth is that I can’t hate you any more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;I hate&amp;nbsp;you because I never hate you at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;I hate you because you don’t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;how much I love you and I Care for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;I hate you still because I&amp;nbsp;love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cccccc; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;I hate you because I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/feeds/4536498076903001939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-hate-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/4536498076903001939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7916200383925177391/posts/default/4536498076903001939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulbalsaraf.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-hate-you.html' title='I HATE YOU..............'/><author><name>Rahul Balsaraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258247721081731153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-ZylisJWY4luNnUhPr4IwNnWSOUH9W-BIatDbyfHE0q-gHavobzAnnJpnbcFdx6em0Huj_0g9yh0aow2jIPpdUZAbpd9jlyHuc5kdXfpOhg70woOwWsUxu6vlCgi/s220/porfolio-2.bmg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916200383925177391.post-1240673268539302945</id><published>2010-12-30T09:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-30T09:32:16.218+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reasons Why I Love You.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style=&quot;color: #323232; line-height: 21px; list-style-type: disc; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I can be myself when I am with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Every time I look at you, my heart misses a beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Love is, what you mean to me - and you mean everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I like your small gestures that speak volumes about how much you care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The fact that you are without a doubt my true&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class=&quot;kLink&quot; href=&quot;http://festivals.iloveindia.com/valentines-day/reasons-i-love-you.html#&quot; id=&quot;KonaLink2&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; border-bottom-color: transparent !important; border-bottom-style: none !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-left-color: transparent !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-color: transparent !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-top-color: transparent !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; bottom: 0px; color: rgb(238, 28, 36) !important; cursor: pointer; display: inline !important; font-variant: normal; font-weight: inherit !important; left: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; position: static; right: 0px; text-decoration: underline !important; text-transform: none !important; top: 0px;&quot; target=&quot;undefined&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(238, 28, 36) !important; font-weight: inherit !important; position: static;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;kLink&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: initial !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-color: initial !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-top-color: initial !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; color: rgb(238, 28, 36) !important; display: inline !important; float: none !important; font-weight: inherit !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; position: static; width: auto !important;&quot;&gt;soul&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;kLink&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: initial !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-color: initial !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-top-color: initial !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; color: rgb(238, 28, 36) !important; display: inline !important; float: none !important; font-weight: inherit !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; position: static; width: auto !important;&quot;&gt;mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The fact that you are the first and only person I’ve ever loved and the first person who ever truly loved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The amazing way you always seem to be able to read my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You bring out the best in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Just a sight of you lifts my up spirits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You have taught me what it is to love and be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I can be clumsy and foolish when I am with you, yet know that your&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class=&quot;kLink&quot; href=&quot;http://festivals.iloveindia.com/valentines-day/reasons-i-love-you.html#&quot; id=&quot;KonaLink3&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; border-bottom-color: transparent !important; border-bottom-style: none !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-left-color: transparent !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-color: transparent !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-top-color: transparent !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; bottom: 0px; color: rgb(238, 28, 36) !important; cursor: pointer; display: inline !important; font-variant: normal; font-weight: inherit !important; left: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; position: static; right: 0px; text-decoration: underline !important; text-transform: none !important; top: 0px;&quot; target=&quot;undefined&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(238, 28, 36) !important; font-weight: inherit !important; position: static;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;kLink&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: initial !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-color: initial !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-top-color: initial !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; color: rgb(238, 28, 36) !important; display: inline !important; float: none !important; font-weight: inherit !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; position: static; width: auto !important;&quot;&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for me will never diminish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Your smile is enough to make a dull day seem bright as sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Being in your arms makes me feel like I can never be lost again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I have had the time of my life and I owe it all to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;We can talk about everything or nothing--it&#39;s always okay with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When you listen, I know you&#39;re really listening and not just waiting for your turn to talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I can feel your love, in the warmth of your touch, &#39;cause it touches my heart and soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You always know just how to spoil me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When we&#39;re together, time just comes to a halt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Your loving gaze is enough to carry me through a long day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You&#39;re the one who makes happiness happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Because of you, no matter what may come tomorrow, today my life is more complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I want to stay forever with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I just can&#39;t imagine being me without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Just a touch...and I lose my heart all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Whenever I need it most you&#39;re there with your all-purpose hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Ever since you have come into my life, I yearn to come back home and see your lovely smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Your innocence makes me forget all shady things of this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I love the way you get angry whenever I am late; yet wait for me for as long as it takes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You have given meaning to my existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You are the only one who can make me smile even in my deepest sorrows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I respect the faith you have in me and love you for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I get lost in the depth of your mysterious eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You always make me feel that you are by my side no matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The way that you always look for and find the positive in everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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