<?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-3997238170062637435</id><updated>2024-10-24T12:36:40.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sripriya, S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18261497541619047369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXeqEaLSkkz4WFy-i88swT2BnDIA6HQgFbghDw0FtLkUqWeSaAQ2Sgsi1JSuUyUWJHuu1ev2sV9QgmIlIsyvgB4rfMN1badS9XV5dxp5M8dPNFNHkkUfpog_o5VKPkA/s220/shy-woman-pencil-sketch.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997238170062637435.post-7478108351828945247</id><published>2011-04-11T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T02:10:08.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain of Separation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&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/AVvXsEgbOGUtSalHQwwii4diwz7sy-xTw-Dutds6gh2Wm1oHar-HjnMMDOet2tjOh0lDkfjZNx_Nd4ki-IfsLOtEzGTOlsoOHe9ojhyYZ_39bmpjpS96XzduPp-IdcXBGRMOc1_HLHcyWbr8HRA/s1600/miss.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; r6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbOGUtSalHQwwii4diwz7sy-xTw-Dutds6gh2Wm1oHar-HjnMMDOet2tjOh0lDkfjZNx_Nd4ki-IfsLOtEzGTOlsoOHe9ojhyYZ_39bmpjpS96XzduPp-IdcXBGRMOc1_HLHcyWbr8HRA/s320/miss.jpg&quot; width=&quot;271&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Hello my sis, How r u? Hello &quot;Periamma&quot;, how r u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Those are the sentences often exchanged between me and my sis and me and my periamma. Because they are miles apart. My sis is in the US and my periamma is in London. There are contacts through mail and telephone. But chatting with them in person, sharing each and everything, and spending time just talking with them....Wow nothing can beat this....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;When they arrive at the Chennai airport from abroad, I feel so happy, I plan my vacation trip, I would want to freak out with them...but the day when they are going back, my heart feels so heavy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Why all this separation? Only a select few have to undergo this pain. It really is a pain....Meeting and then separating and living our own lives....!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;God is sometimes indeed partial.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss you all guys out there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/feeds/7478108351828945247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2011/04/pain-of-separation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/7478108351828945247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/7478108351828945247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2011/04/pain-of-separation.html' title='Pain of Separation'/><author><name>Sripriya, S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18261497541619047369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXeqEaLSkkz4WFy-i88swT2BnDIA6HQgFbghDw0FtLkUqWeSaAQ2Sgsi1JSuUyUWJHuu1ev2sV9QgmIlIsyvgB4rfMN1badS9XV5dxp5M8dPNFNHkkUfpog_o5VKPkA/s220/shy-woman-pencil-sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbOGUtSalHQwwii4diwz7sy-xTw-Dutds6gh2Wm1oHar-HjnMMDOet2tjOh0lDkfjZNx_Nd4ki-IfsLOtEzGTOlsoOHe9ojhyYZ_39bmpjpS96XzduPp-IdcXBGRMOc1_HLHcyWbr8HRA/s72-c/miss.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997238170062637435.post-4857965500472674891</id><published>2011-03-24T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T04:58:39.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cup of Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&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/AVvXsEjfa20nkJz8fnNB7V5w9po9Thh48gir2lYnvi5F3R7Xb92e7S99Pt6T4AdTHXLj7uA2SfXM_An8I3UxE-T0vNusCEjqK5iTBu-ZRrF2KMpci67L4BPbKloEdXkKuSpo9ivgIk5FcUEghSY/s1600/cup-of-coffee.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;230&quot; r6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfa20nkJz8fnNB7V5w9po9Thh48gir2lYnvi5F3R7Xb92e7S99Pt6T4AdTHXLj7uA2SfXM_An8I3UxE-T0vNusCEjqK5iTBu-ZRrF2KMpci67L4BPbKloEdXkKuSpo9ivgIk5FcUEghSY/s320/cup-of-coffee.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;A coffee has no particular taste. It is not sweet or&amp;nbsp;sour or bitter or spicy. Yet it has an addictive taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Every human being is like that. Nobody is good or bad. Each person has both elements of bad and good. That is why we are humans. Only GOD is 100% perfect (I think so!!!??/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So cherish every human being. Do not ignore anybody!!! Love all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;P.S. &lt;em&gt;Major decisions take place over a cup of coffee!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoying my coffee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/feeds/4857965500472674891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2011/03/cup-of-coffee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/4857965500472674891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/4857965500472674891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2011/03/cup-of-coffee.html' title='Cup of Coffee'/><author><name>Sripriya, S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18261497541619047369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXeqEaLSkkz4WFy-i88swT2BnDIA6HQgFbghDw0FtLkUqWeSaAQ2Sgsi1JSuUyUWJHuu1ev2sV9QgmIlIsyvgB4rfMN1badS9XV5dxp5M8dPNFNHkkUfpog_o5VKPkA/s220/shy-woman-pencil-sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfa20nkJz8fnNB7V5w9po9Thh48gir2lYnvi5F3R7Xb92e7S99Pt6T4AdTHXLj7uA2SfXM_An8I3UxE-T0vNusCEjqK5iTBu-ZRrF2KMpci67L4BPbKloEdXkKuSpo9ivgIk5FcUEghSY/s72-c/cup-of-coffee.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997238170062637435.post-2229331329548335125</id><published>2011-03-22T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T05:05:10.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire in You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&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/AVvXsEjTHLIAQxGhQVk2vl2reVteLZS4xfh_Ue8kET18muQvUrL7UbNWMnl_vMO74P41hJ7pQSxU99IWGOA_9xD7MHh0zZX1k8tPdcstPMWz0jPsC1Idmk99aABudMGkUCwv8LKYQvqtbfymAqo/s1600/fire.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; r6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTHLIAQxGhQVk2vl2reVteLZS4xfh_Ue8kET18muQvUrL7UbNWMnl_vMO74P41hJ7pQSxU99IWGOA_9xD7MHh0zZX1k8tPdcstPMWz0jPsC1Idmk99aABudMGkUCwv8LKYQvqtbfymAqo/s320/fire.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;Fire&lt;/span&gt; to motivate people &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;or&lt;/i&gt; the &lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt; to let down people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;Fire&lt;/span&gt; to let down your ego &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;or&lt;/i&gt; the &lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt; to boost your ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;Fire&lt;/span&gt; to create peace in one’s life &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;or&lt;/i&gt; the &lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt; to create confusion in one’s life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;Fire&lt;/span&gt; to help people to go to great heights &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;or&lt;/i&gt; the &lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt; to push down people from great heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Which fire do you have in you? Good &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;or&lt;/i&gt; Bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Fire can be used to spread light or destroy people, property or thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Make sure you have the good fire in you so that the light which spreads from it is uncontaminated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Be good and do good!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Live and let live!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Firing Thought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/feeds/2229331329548335125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2011/03/fire-in-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/2229331329548335125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/2229331329548335125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2011/03/fire-in-you.html' title='Fire in You'/><author><name>Sripriya, S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18261497541619047369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXeqEaLSkkz4WFy-i88swT2BnDIA6HQgFbghDw0FtLkUqWeSaAQ2Sgsi1JSuUyUWJHuu1ev2sV9QgmIlIsyvgB4rfMN1badS9XV5dxp5M8dPNFNHkkUfpog_o5VKPkA/s220/shy-woman-pencil-sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTHLIAQxGhQVk2vl2reVteLZS4xfh_Ue8kET18muQvUrL7UbNWMnl_vMO74P41hJ7pQSxU99IWGOA_9xD7MHh0zZX1k8tPdcstPMWz0jPsC1Idmk99aABudMGkUCwv8LKYQvqtbfymAqo/s72-c/fire.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997238170062637435.post-1531783246693757050</id><published>2011-03-20T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T09:22:01.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Your Own Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&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/AVvXsEjOGrL8EzDlXsPmuvgwItb3lKdLfGH48ythIKjvmXLnB28Vwa1NdPUoHl5Gj2W5a1x_tImsM8ANe5qwcWygC2Ktt5p1J3Mxds1zuS14fKzAGBe2W1Mvv5IC1wNzkL0rBSf_eBqDA9PwOek/s1600/captain-obvious-4-mind-your-own-business-finished.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; r6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOGrL8EzDlXsPmuvgwItb3lKdLfGH48ythIKjvmXLnB28Vwa1NdPUoHl5Gj2W5a1x_tImsM8ANe5qwcWygC2Ktt5p1J3Mxds1zuS14fKzAGBe2W1Mvv5IC1wNzkL0rBSf_eBqDA9PwOek/s320/captain-obvious-4-mind-your-own-business-finished.jpg&quot; width=&quot;267&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;How I really wish people minded their own business!!! Poking noses in&amp;nbsp;others matters creates a quite lot of confusion. The person facing the brunt becomes depressed and faces the toughest phase in life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;How many of you reading this are affected this way? Please comment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;PS: &lt;em&gt;A hard thing about business is minding your own&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/feeds/1531783246693757050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2011/03/mind-your-own-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/1531783246693757050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/1531783246693757050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2011/03/mind-your-own-business.html' title='Mind Your Own Business'/><author><name>Sripriya, S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18261497541619047369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXeqEaLSkkz4WFy-i88swT2BnDIA6HQgFbghDw0FtLkUqWeSaAQ2Sgsi1JSuUyUWJHuu1ev2sV9QgmIlIsyvgB4rfMN1badS9XV5dxp5M8dPNFNHkkUfpog_o5VKPkA/s220/shy-woman-pencil-sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOGrL8EzDlXsPmuvgwItb3lKdLfGH48ythIKjvmXLnB28Vwa1NdPUoHl5Gj2W5a1x_tImsM8ANe5qwcWygC2Ktt5p1J3Mxds1zuS14fKzAGBe2W1Mvv5IC1wNzkL0rBSf_eBqDA9PwOek/s72-c/captain-obvious-4-mind-your-own-business-finished.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997238170062637435.post-8197313338039215775</id><published>2011-03-19T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T18:00:19.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEginCFE410TFWWsVP-9Xjybk3I5_PQj8XpPqCbRcLXM8CeqBia0UoBsbMTtFsKXUk-t8vO7FDYn6kpbJAjQEklTIs5kuypNstqE2QFPD5VpOygUDpgsT56A0ZQC7smkUM-XwhE_Qh7gzX8/s1600/211020091799.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; r6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEginCFE410TFWWsVP-9Xjybk3I5_PQj8XpPqCbRcLXM8CeqBia0UoBsbMTtFsKXUk-t8vO7FDYn6kpbJAjQEklTIs5kuypNstqE2QFPD5VpOygUDpgsT56A0ZQC7smkUM-XwhE_Qh7gzX8/s320/211020091799.jpg&quot; width=&quot;239&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I am one of those people who do not believe in love at first sight. I never believed that anybody could instantly fall in love. I argue with my friends that there cannot be instant love like instant coffee. And for the matter of fact I do not like instant coffee too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I, Bharath, am an engineer and work for a software consultancy. I commute through bus for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;It was November 28, 2008, Friday. I was on my way to the bus stop. Suddenly there was a shower of rain. It instantly started raining and I took shelter under a sunshade of a building. I was just waiting there when there was a big thunder and lightning. I was scared and I closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I saw a girl who was just in front of me and was about to slip in the watery mud. She balanced herself. She was dressed in pink and she was stunningly beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I kept looking at her and &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;only at her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for nearly 5 min (although she did not notice that I was staring at her). And then the rain subsided and she went off in her way while I was still dreaming not knowing what had happened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I thought I should write her name next to the word for the meaning of the word &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;pretty&lt;/i&gt; in the English dictionary. And then I told to my mind “Wait...Am I thinking like this? Is this me? How can just one sight of her bring about a change in me? I wasted whole 5 min of life (and for the fact that I do not believe in love at first sight or love) just staring at one girl. Is she the one for me? Was she born for me?”...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;No answers to the above questions... I could not spot her anywhere after that. I spent sleepless nights thinking about that girl. There were butterflies in my stomach. I very badly wanted to meet her and tell her what I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;It was December 11, 2008. I was on my way home after buying vegetables. It was raining very heavily that day from the morning. I had the basket of vegetables in one hand and was holding the umbrella on the other hand. Suddenly there was heavy wind and the umbrella slipped from my hand and flew in the opposite direction towards the vegetable shop. I ran after it and finally caught it only to bump on one girl’s feet. I looked up to say sorry but I was in for a surprise. It was the same girl...And again....the same feelings all over again....How could this happen to me....She smiled at me and went her way. Again I missed talking to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I was just thinking how stupid I was. There was only time for me to think about what was going on in my mind rather than just say a small “hi” to her. I didn’t even know her name but I knew that I loved her a lot. I missed her a lot (is this me???!!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I was disturbed and the next day, not knowing what to do, I went to the beach early in the morning. I was gazing at the water when it started to drizzle. I just stood up and turned around to leave when what I saw was really surprising. I saw her again. She was at a distance and she gave me a bewildered surprising look. She ran away from my sight. I was shocked and surprised this time. What was the connection between the rain and her. Whenever it rained I saw her and was it that whenever I was destined to meet her it rained. I was puzzled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;For the next three days, it rained heavily. I hoped to see her only because I believed that whenever it rained I would see her. But it did not happen this time. I did not meet her. The weather forecast reported heavy rains for the next 24 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;It was December 15, 2008. It was raining cats and dogs. I was on my way to office. I was very disturbed mentally and was tired too. I was standing in the middle of the road just to the other side and reach the bus stop. I was also looking around if I could spot “her”. Suddenly I could feel two hands pushing me to the corner of the road and a &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;scrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeccchhhhh&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;aahhhhhhh&lt;/i&gt; sound. It all happened in one second. I came to conscience and turned only to see “HER” lying dead in the middle of the road. She was hit by a car, which would have hit me if she hadn’t pushed me. She has saved my life. Rain drops fell on her and by the side of her was a book. I opened the book. The first page read VARSHA. Must be, no definitely, her name. The meaning of her name is “rain”. What a relation? Then there was a letter in the book. It read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi Bharath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you would be shocked thinking about the fact how I know your name. There are few more surprises on your way as you read this letter. Your friend Rahul is my close friend too. I have been following you for the past one year. I know about your family members and the whole history about you. I know how you react if you are angry, happy or sad. I know your hobbies. In short I know almost everything about you. I am in love with you for the past one year. I was very careful not to come in front of you at least for the next few months. But that day, the day when you first met me, I never knew you were taking shelter there (the place where you met me). I was like....why did it rain??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you met me in the vegetable shop. Seriously I did not expect you there. And then in the beach. It is my daily habit to go for a walk every morning in the beach. But to my surprise I found you there too. I was thinking about the connection between rain and our meeting each other. I also knew that you also loved me because you had told about me and your love for me to Rahul. So I thought this hide-and seek should end and I chose this rainy day to propose to you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have nothing else to give to you except love...Love you lots and I hope our marriage day should also be on some rainy day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;With love and only love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Varsha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;There was rain in my eyes. I never knew she was so much in love with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;She had planned to propose to me on that rainy day but she wouldn’t have known that she would be no more after that day to love me. My heart felt very heavy. I hugged her tight and kissed her. After all I had all the rights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Her memories were frozen in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/feeds/8197313338039215775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2011/03/rainy-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/8197313338039215775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/8197313338039215775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2011/03/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day'/><author><name>Sripriya, S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18261497541619047369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXeqEaLSkkz4WFy-i88swT2BnDIA6HQgFbghDw0FtLkUqWeSaAQ2Sgsi1JSuUyUWJHuu1ev2sV9QgmIlIsyvgB4rfMN1badS9XV5dxp5M8dPNFNHkkUfpog_o5VKPkA/s220/shy-woman-pencil-sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEginCFE410TFWWsVP-9Xjybk3I5_PQj8XpPqCbRcLXM8CeqBia0UoBsbMTtFsKXUk-t8vO7FDYn6kpbJAjQEklTIs5kuypNstqE2QFPD5VpOygUDpgsT56A0ZQC7smkUM-XwhE_Qh7gzX8/s72-c/211020091799.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997238170062637435.post-4237319583868743352</id><published>2011-03-16T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T23:03:22.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAPPED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just about a debatable topic...&lt;br /&gt;
Does marriage mean girls are being trapped....&lt;br /&gt;
Many say it is the other way around...that men are being trapped...&lt;br /&gt;
But I do not know...&lt;br /&gt;
Girls have to ask permission to go to their parents place after marriage, although this is not the case in everybody&#39;s life. I have seen many women who are visiting and staying at the parents place for&amp;nbsp;long and visit their in-laws rarely.&lt;br /&gt;
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Many girls parents are treated like dirt as if they have done a great sin...Probably the biggest sin is that they have given birth to a girl....&lt;br /&gt;
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How to rectify this...Any suggestions???&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a serious note&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/feeds/4237319583868743352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2011/03/trapped.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/4237319583868743352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/4237319583868743352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2011/03/trapped.html' title='TRAPPED'/><author><name>Sripriya, S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18261497541619047369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXeqEaLSkkz4WFy-i88swT2BnDIA6HQgFbghDw0FtLkUqWeSaAQ2Sgsi1JSuUyUWJHuu1ev2sV9QgmIlIsyvgB4rfMN1badS9XV5dxp5M8dPNFNHkkUfpog_o5VKPkA/s220/shy-woman-pencil-sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNo-5B-_bTBjXKZNaC6woIuTmsG_RQ8T4Y3yw70See6Apil8vxYKQdIIClnsrbSs5DiG2XDLQAxYg91A-acGbrL6rFwgl8udmEyPXHVVjbv4j4KRFWZpw8F8HeUfmhFALiEZQGm7F6uOI/s72-c/untitled.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997238170062637435.post-4756427334721403181</id><published>2010-10-11T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T18:23:30.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Break</title><content type='html'>Hi All&lt;br /&gt;I have come to my parents place for vacation and am enjoying every bit of it. A superb break for me and the kids. Had my favorite foods, watched my favorite programs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always fun to be at your parents place and enjoy especially after the mechanical, stessful life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WELL_DESERVED BREAK.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/feeds/4756427334721403181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2010/10/break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/4756427334721403181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/4756427334721403181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2010/10/break.html' title='A Break'/><author><name>Sripriya, S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18261497541619047369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXeqEaLSkkz4WFy-i88swT2BnDIA6HQgFbghDw0FtLkUqWeSaAQ2Sgsi1JSuUyUWJHuu1ev2sV9QgmIlIsyvgB4rfMN1badS9XV5dxp5M8dPNFNHkkUfpog_o5VKPkA/s220/shy-woman-pencil-sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997238170062637435.post-4073946371300935568</id><published>2010-07-23T03:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T03:48:10.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Week</title><content type='html'>It has really been a hectic week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son was not feeling well, had to take him to the doctor, drop and pick my daughter from school, hhhhhuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh....lots of running around. Apart from this I had work pressure also.&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 sleepless nights.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope my son to get well soon. Poor Trivikrama, he has fever and a very bad cough....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok catch you around..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Busy life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/feeds/4073946371300935568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2010/07/hectic-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/4073946371300935568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/4073946371300935568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2010/07/hectic-work.html' title='Hectic Week'/><author><name>Sripriya, S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18261497541619047369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXeqEaLSkkz4WFy-i88swT2BnDIA6HQgFbghDw0FtLkUqWeSaAQ2Sgsi1JSuUyUWJHuu1ev2sV9QgmIlIsyvgB4rfMN1badS9XV5dxp5M8dPNFNHkkUfpog_o5VKPkA/s220/shy-woman-pencil-sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997238170062637435.post-2615060343827993885</id><published>2010-06-09T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T01:31:39.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to School</title><content type='html'>June 2, 2010 --- First day of school for Trivikrama and Sushkruthi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were all fine....cooperated well, got into the car happily, thinking they were going to go for a jolly drive. After all they did not know what school was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them cried and my heart was a bit heavy...But thats the way it is!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 3, 2010 --- Crying...&lt;br /&gt;June 4, 2010 --- Crying continued..&lt;br /&gt;June 7, 2010 --- Still crying...&lt;br /&gt;June 8, 2010 --- This was the day when both of them did not cry...For the first time they were happy to be in the school and there was a bit of relief for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, they really got used to the routine and they have started to enjoy the school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/feeds/2615060343827993885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2010/06/off-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/2615060343827993885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/2615060343827993885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2010/06/off-to-school.html' title='Off to School'/><author><name>Sripriya, S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18261497541619047369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXeqEaLSkkz4WFy-i88swT2BnDIA6HQgFbghDw0FtLkUqWeSaAQ2Sgsi1JSuUyUWJHuu1ev2sV9QgmIlIsyvgB4rfMN1badS9XV5dxp5M8dPNFNHkkUfpog_o5VKPkA/s220/shy-woman-pencil-sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997238170062637435.post-2283842772594366697</id><published>2010-05-07T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T02:40:03.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HANDICAPPED</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time and I have not been blogging for quite a long time now. There was a problem with my hard disc and I was not able to check my mails. Sometimes I just wonder how the system gets conked just at the right time. I feel so handicapped without the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there has been no major happenings. Life has quite been the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in next....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/feeds/2283842772594366697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-has-been-long-time-and-i-have-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/2283842772594366697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/2283842772594366697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-has-been-long-time-and-i-have-not.html' title='HANDICAPPED'/><author><name>Sripriya, S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18261497541619047369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXeqEaLSkkz4WFy-i88swT2BnDIA6HQgFbghDw0FtLkUqWeSaAQ2Sgsi1JSuUyUWJHuu1ev2sV9QgmIlIsyvgB4rfMN1badS9XV5dxp5M8dPNFNHkkUfpog_o5VKPkA/s220/shy-woman-pencil-sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997238170062637435.post-4645405791138207292</id><published>2010-04-23T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T20:59:07.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MISS YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHIJBWb2azgNLbfcR0MvUj2umhZ8JTzg6jJ6hyRThyphenhyphenHCs45WkmtipuHDKJeAeuw0GvssMmr0qvL8VGlAXB2mTRAG-wxsSNWvOcVVnMJWyI_u55zQrmeFlp6MUtMYK0olbckr1o_SsWvec/s1600/untitled.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463595608354828258&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHIJBWb2azgNLbfcR0MvUj2umhZ8JTzg6jJ6hyRThyphenhyphenHCs45WkmtipuHDKJeAeuw0GvssMmr0qvL8VGlAXB2mTRAG-wxsSNWvOcVVnMJWyI_u55zQrmeFlp6MUtMYK0olbckr1o_SsWvec/s320/untitled.bmp&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; float: left; height: 196px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 173px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;This post is truly dedicated to my beloved parents. Their unconditional love is truly amazing. When I was young, when my father used to go out, I used to run and open the gate for him. When he takes his vehicle out, I used to close the gate and say bye to him. But now, I do not even bother to say a bye. I am just engrossed in some work or the other. I used to help my mom with mopping the floor. But now, I just do not extend a helping hand. In reality, when they were young, they didn&#39;t need all this. Only now, when they are a bit aged, they need our love, affection and caring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Just think guys....Are we, as children, giving our parents the right kind of attention....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I JUST LOVE YOU MOM AND DAD. If you both are not there, I am a big ZERO...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I never mention thanks...but now in the blog, I thank you for everything you have done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Beloved daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/feeds/4645405791138207292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2010/04/miss-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/4645405791138207292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/4645405791138207292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2010/04/miss-you.html' title='MISS YOU'/><author><name>Sripriya, S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18261497541619047369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXeqEaLSkkz4WFy-i88swT2BnDIA6HQgFbghDw0FtLkUqWeSaAQ2Sgsi1JSuUyUWJHuu1ev2sV9QgmIlIsyvgB4rfMN1badS9XV5dxp5M8dPNFNHkkUfpog_o5VKPkA/s220/shy-woman-pencil-sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHIJBWb2azgNLbfcR0MvUj2umhZ8JTzg6jJ6hyRThyphenhyphenHCs45WkmtipuHDKJeAeuw0GvssMmr0qvL8VGlAXB2mTRAG-wxsSNWvOcVVnMJWyI_u55zQrmeFlp6MUtMYK0olbckr1o_SsWvec/s72-c/untitled.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997238170062637435.post-455678373065680105</id><published>2010-04-22T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T00:52:05.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FARMVILLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn3NmlTVN3s_ML4GnRxr0SZJo4jXVDjH84xkMv_0ZP4xnO81VgCSJfOT7UIcmQBt6oJ1gM6N3RheDOAUii_ax2twdbxp_PKoF9UlKFZbCjRkhy5Xj8kh7H78KOVoYzoqOzjRh_CqYN_WQ/s1600/Farmville-Farm.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462866022737886098&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn3NmlTVN3s_ML4GnRxr0SZJo4jXVDjH84xkMv_0ZP4xnO81VgCSJfOT7UIcmQBt6oJ1gM6N3RheDOAUii_ax2twdbxp_PKoF9UlKFZbCjRkhy5Xj8kh7H78KOVoYzoqOzjRh_CqYN_WQ/s320/Farmville-Farm.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very addictive game. But I truly love this game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A REAL STRESS BUSTER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Farming now and often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/feeds/455678373065680105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2010/04/farmville.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/455678373065680105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/455678373065680105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2010/04/farmville.html' title='FARMVILLE'/><author><name>Sripriya, S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18261497541619047369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXeqEaLSkkz4WFy-i88swT2BnDIA6HQgFbghDw0FtLkUqWeSaAQ2Sgsi1JSuUyUWJHuu1ev2sV9QgmIlIsyvgB4rfMN1badS9XV5dxp5M8dPNFNHkkUfpog_o5VKPkA/s220/shy-woman-pencil-sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn3NmlTVN3s_ML4GnRxr0SZJo4jXVDjH84xkMv_0ZP4xnO81VgCSJfOT7UIcmQBt6oJ1gM6N3RheDOAUii_ax2twdbxp_PKoF9UlKFZbCjRkhy5Xj8kh7H78KOVoYzoqOzjRh_CqYN_WQ/s72-c/Farmville-Farm.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997238170062637435.post-622590098017694813</id><published>2010-04-22T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T00:38:31.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GROWING FAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFlBWSOon5umBhq4ylaib3v7nLiaU-16qzXuYtLHSLi_2tS4sP9nKEhBIrtMzHtByThoADhCoP8EGtcYX5B9wJLEeN1FCHyV65N7c1ocdE-cT3ohgI9Ml3cRGpUpsBMSRQEWixvucO6w/s1600/BABIES.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462862882155251042&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFlBWSOon5umBhq4ylaib3v7nLiaU-16qzXuYtLHSLi_2tS4sP9nKEhBIrtMzHtByThoADhCoP8EGtcYX5B9wJLEeN1FCHyV65N7c1ocdE-cT3ohgI9Ml3cRGpUpsBMSRQEWixvucO6w/s320/BABIES.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I JUST CANNOT BELIEVE. Trivikrama and Sushkruthi are already 2 years and 2 months. Time flies so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They can talk, walk, run, jump and just can do all the naughty things. DOUBLE TERRIBLE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now it&#39;s time to put them in a playschool. GOT TO SEARCH FOR ONE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Busy MOM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/feeds/622590098017694813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2010/04/growing-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/622590098017694813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/622590098017694813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2010/04/growing-fast.html' title='GROWING FAST'/><author><name>Sripriya, S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18261497541619047369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXeqEaLSkkz4WFy-i88swT2BnDIA6HQgFbghDw0FtLkUqWeSaAQ2Sgsi1JSuUyUWJHuu1ev2sV9QgmIlIsyvgB4rfMN1badS9XV5dxp5M8dPNFNHkkUfpog_o5VKPkA/s220/shy-woman-pencil-sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFlBWSOon5umBhq4ylaib3v7nLiaU-16qzXuYtLHSLi_2tS4sP9nKEhBIrtMzHtByThoADhCoP8EGtcYX5B9wJLEeN1FCHyV65N7c1ocdE-cT3ohgI9Ml3cRGpUpsBMSRQEWixvucO6w/s72-c/BABIES.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997238170062637435.post-1106378819409381520</id><published>2010-04-22T00:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T01:18:41.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTH OF A NEW MOTHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&quot;FEBRUARY 9, 2008, 9:12 and 9:13 HOURS&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; --- This is one of my best possible day and moments in my life. My sweet, cutie pies were born and thereby a NEW MOTHER was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;My joy knew no bounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5dQ5c-TBJo1eAw0HMaZwOlTP3767sKAKSE9lSZ-SOV6ImhQyqprp_KgFk6avkS-GSI_7RxLBuWs1j43cA5t6nKKM4p0lHm-zBDhCPwGb9csDHVfWzlT4Xnxe1_9k_aDVfKesw9aARQKU/s1600/sush.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462857002502002642&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5dQ5c-TBJo1eAw0HMaZwOlTP3767sKAKSE9lSZ-SOV6ImhQyqprp_KgFk6avkS-GSI_7RxLBuWs1j43cA5t6nKKM4p0lHm-zBDhCPwGb9csDHVfWzlT4Xnxe1_9k_aDVfKesw9aARQKU/s320/sush.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNbJPovNwfBptB436sDhOgXx9R17iczLBPpPu6lkY5rQ95TNitUxX4nI5drqWKARY33h_CqKauUWLkMOERERRnSgZs2RLcLRlBbFA818PvsgD_YC9tkYjwTIlpBNk-nwg8wLGbE7I1OdY/s1600/tri.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462856995378766322&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNbJPovNwfBptB436sDhOgXx9R17iczLBPpPu6lkY5rQ95TNitUxX4nI5drqWKARY33h_CqKauUWLkMOERERRnSgZs2RLcLRlBbFA818PvsgD_YC9tkYjwTIlpBNk-nwg8wLGbE7I1OdY/s320/tri.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;The kiddos have transformed me to a complete WOMAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;LOVE you both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/feeds/1106378819409381520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2010/04/birth-of-new-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/1106378819409381520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/1106378819409381520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2010/04/birth-of-new-mother.html' title='BIRTH OF A NEW MOTHER'/><author><name>Sripriya, S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18261497541619047369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXeqEaLSkkz4WFy-i88swT2BnDIA6HQgFbghDw0FtLkUqWeSaAQ2Sgsi1JSuUyUWJHuu1ev2sV9QgmIlIsyvgB4rfMN1badS9XV5dxp5M8dPNFNHkkUfpog_o5VKPkA/s220/shy-woman-pencil-sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5dQ5c-TBJo1eAw0HMaZwOlTP3767sKAKSE9lSZ-SOV6ImhQyqprp_KgFk6avkS-GSI_7RxLBuWs1j43cA5t6nKKM4p0lHm-zBDhCPwGb9csDHVfWzlT4Xnxe1_9k_aDVfKesw9aARQKU/s72-c/sush.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997238170062637435.post-4690120870892130351</id><published>2010-04-20T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T09:22:17.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DRIVE YOUR DREAMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRW9GVvSLbLDiyVEhJjuZVnLxE-Q9rPOcXPW9KpvhwupboJczJToo5hGPuVBroTjZD9Uc7kj_UnuP_7X1zgqsZ48ZJ-g1TIqaE5yE_s6QmxkzK1PQp3FEH9BVWbL-4Qx0Y44UdcGw2_Ew/s1600/twl0114l.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462255371716611298&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRW9GVvSLbLDiyVEhJjuZVnLxE-Q9rPOcXPW9KpvhwupboJczJToo5hGPuVBroTjZD9Uc7kj_UnuP_7X1zgqsZ48ZJ-g1TIqaE5yE_s6QmxkzK1PQp3FEH9BVWbL-4Qx0Y44UdcGw2_Ew/s320/twl0114l.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;One of my smallest dreams was to learn driving. I really had the passion for driving. But I never got the right time to learn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;On February 26, 2010, I registered with a driving school. Twenty-one days of classes (the last one would be the test) was the schedule. But it really took almost 2 months for me to complete the course. To pen down the fact, I had completed only 19 classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;On April 15, 2010, my driving test was conducted at the RTO office, Pondicherry. I was sure tensed, with the brake-inspector sitting beside me and noticing the way I change the gear, the way I switch my leg from brake to accelerator, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;But that moment when he wrote &quot;PASS&quot; was the ultimate moment of JOY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;My license is yet to come, but I am sure MY DREAM HAS PARTLY COME TRUE......partly because I am yet to practice driving thoroughly before I can confidently drive on the roads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/feeds/4690120870892130351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2010/04/drive-your-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/4690120870892130351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/4690120870892130351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2010/04/drive-your-dreams.html' title='DRIVE YOUR DREAMS'/><author><name>Sripriya, S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18261497541619047369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXeqEaLSkkz4WFy-i88swT2BnDIA6HQgFbghDw0FtLkUqWeSaAQ2Sgsi1JSuUyUWJHuu1ev2sV9QgmIlIsyvgB4rfMN1badS9XV5dxp5M8dPNFNHkkUfpog_o5VKPkA/s220/shy-woman-pencil-sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRW9GVvSLbLDiyVEhJjuZVnLxE-Q9rPOcXPW9KpvhwupboJczJToo5hGPuVBroTjZD9Uc7kj_UnuP_7X1zgqsZ48ZJ-g1TIqaE5yE_s6QmxkzK1PQp3FEH9BVWbL-4Qx0Y44UdcGw2_Ew/s72-c/twl0114l.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997238170062637435.post-3502389813418087630</id><published>2010-04-20T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T08:40:29.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A SMALL WELCOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHIAKdAPVc7Ynx-tTR0FBA2e7UduLxDRJyea2cvo_1osY28tZwqW4inJBbegEsOuk0aTOkLcFZrBgswiZOIRA1EY0eBcJkNSWboUMQANrPHcah2JRggoQ-dlKcM5bf3S_7SKWBB4oEMd4/s1600/HI-3.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 70px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462243887378334658&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHIAKdAPVc7Ynx-tTR0FBA2e7UduLxDRJyea2cvo_1osY28tZwqW4inJBbegEsOuk0aTOkLcFZrBgswiZOIRA1EY0eBcJkNSWboUMQANrPHcah2JRggoQ-dlKcM5bf3S_7SKWBB4oEMd4/s320/HI-3.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Hi friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;I have just created this blog, and I thought I would just pen down all my  memories, cherished moments and daily happenings. I am not sure if I would be a regular blogger but I am sure to I would at least try to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;So catch you around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/feeds/3502389813418087630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2010/04/hi-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/3502389813418087630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997238170062637435/posts/default/3502389813418087630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sriplive.blogspot.com/2010/04/hi-friends.html' title='A SMALL WELCOME'/><author><name>Sripriya, S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18261497541619047369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXeqEaLSkkz4WFy-i88swT2BnDIA6HQgFbghDw0FtLkUqWeSaAQ2Sgsi1JSuUyUWJHuu1ev2sV9QgmIlIsyvgB4rfMN1badS9XV5dxp5M8dPNFNHkkUfpog_o5VKPkA/s220/shy-woman-pencil-sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHIAKdAPVc7Ynx-tTR0FBA2e7UduLxDRJyea2cvo_1osY28tZwqW4inJBbegEsOuk0aTOkLcFZrBgswiZOIRA1EY0eBcJkNSWboUMQANrPHcah2JRggoQ-dlKcM5bf3S_7SKWBB4oEMd4/s72-c/HI-3.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>