<?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-4283192773349310812</id><updated>2024-09-10T22:33:16.834+05:30</updated><category term="Love"/><category term="You"/><category term="Togetherness"/><category term="Life"/><category term="Romance"/><category term="Passion"/><category term="Break-up"/><category term="Emotions"/><category term="Erotica"/><category term="Nostalgia"/><category term="Re-birth"/><category term="fiction"/><category term="Dreams"/><category term="Heart"/><category term="Letter"/><category term="Myself"/><category term="Poem"/><category term="Society"/><category term="Story"/><category term="Accident"/><category term="Amazing Facts"/><category term="Babri Masjid"/><category term="Controversy"/><category term="Conversation"/><category term="Death"/><category term="Escape"/><category term="Friends"/><category term="Growing Old"/><category term="Hindu-Muslim"/><category term="Horror"/><category term="Informative"/><category term="Interesting"/><category term="Lives"/><category term="Motivation"/><category term="Priyanka"/><category term="Proposal"/><category term="Review"/><category term="Safety"/><category term="Train"/><category term="Water"/><category term="Will Power"/><title type='text'>...my journey of life</title><subtitle type='html'>Life to me is a journey, you never know what may be your next destination!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Romeo Das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628681826570279755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCPUKFh4zO4X6ANUVlzaxZRKv7tSrvpkXTIzdFIU-seVYahFuTlG9ZX-hPtEWGOw8qbPv8oaBunezXn_7xVZXQZQrsc9hC6sAktvWP1fRpikO-Ugp1IvwSYF0HveaegU/s220/Image1664.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283192773349310812.post-3286707529036751532</id><published>2013-11-10T23:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2013-11-10T23:11:50.136+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Passion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Togetherness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="You"/><title type='text'>Etched upon my heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Time flies when you are in my arms&lt;br /&gt;
My nights more peaceful, when you cradle yourself on my chest&lt;br /&gt;
It is you who makes me glow inside with love and desire&lt;br /&gt;
It is you and our love that&#39;s etched upon my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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You hold a special place in my heart which no one can ever replace&lt;br /&gt;
No one makes me feel so loved and at peace&lt;br /&gt;
You alone satisfy, understand my needs and quench my desires&lt;br /&gt;
You alone I dream of, when I think of myself happy ever after.&lt;br /&gt;
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I see you sit in a rocking chair beside me, when I dream of growing old&lt;br /&gt;
I see you smiling when I think of true love&lt;br /&gt;
Time goes by so fast, when I want every single moment to last with you&lt;br /&gt;
Time and after, I fall so deep in love with you&lt;br /&gt;
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Nothing is more important than the love you feel for me&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing is more important than the love I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;
You are my best friend, my lover, my everything &lt;br /&gt;
You are the one I ever wanted and dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/feeds/3286707529036751532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4283192773349310812/3286707529036751532?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/3286707529036751532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/3286707529036751532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/2013/11/etched-upon-my-heart.html' title='Etched upon my heart!'/><author><name>Romeo Das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628681826570279755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCPUKFh4zO4X6ANUVlzaxZRKv7tSrvpkXTIzdFIU-seVYahFuTlG9ZX-hPtEWGOw8qbPv8oaBunezXn_7xVZXQZQrsc9hC6sAktvWP1fRpikO-Ugp1IvwSYF0HveaegU/s220/Image1664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEEtxR5wCheTbnMwgwWKjtjD852CtEO0blIGJscA3LJqBg1NzK50maRSCRTPXy7xtkLKBj7XuMvHSR4EXZnkRl92bXJJuSmmDouyiGN_nkS1DPQtB2SHp_0TZhoY_0ZO20yaMPR5-dsMr5/s72-c/Guy-holding-his-girl-in-arms-so-tight.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283192773349310812.post-5614842824274277836</id><published>2012-10-24T01:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-10-24T01:28:57.530+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Each passing day without you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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Here I am, it is late at night and I can&#39;t fall asleep because you are on my mind&lt;/div&gt;
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Tossing back and forth, staring at the ceiling, because you are not with me&lt;/div&gt;
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I fight the tiredness, but at last, I succumb to falling into a deep sleep&lt;/div&gt;
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As I arise, I wake up alone, with an empty heart without you with me&lt;/div&gt;
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I wake up saddened, because I miss waking up hearing your voice.&lt;/div&gt;
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I get dressed for work, I walk over to the dresser and recollect those moments of togetherness&lt;/div&gt;
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The reflection in the mirror seems to have changed without you by my side&lt;/div&gt;
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I sit alone sipping a cup of coffee, wishing you were over the phone with me&lt;/div&gt;
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The lyrics of the songs never seemed more correct, I slowly sing along&lt;/div&gt;
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Walking back home after the day&#39;s work through the crowded streets, I feel so alone&lt;/div&gt;
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Counting the minutes, hours and days till I get to see you, time drags on slowly knowing I await you&lt;/div&gt;
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My heart starts racing as the phone rings, it is you and you say &quot;we&#39;d be together soon my love&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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I await the day when I&#39;d finally see you, wrapping my arms around you, holding you close to me&lt;/div&gt;
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Once again just you and I, the world would cease to exist for us and time would feel as though it stood still&lt;/div&gt;
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Together two happy souls once again, as I take your hand and kiss your lips, a feeling I again want to feel.&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/feeds/5614842824274277836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4283192773349310812/5614842824274277836?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/5614842824274277836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/5614842824274277836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/2012/10/each-passing-day-without-you.html' title='Each passing day without you...'/><author><name>Romeo Das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628681826570279755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCPUKFh4zO4X6ANUVlzaxZRKv7tSrvpkXTIzdFIU-seVYahFuTlG9ZX-hPtEWGOw8qbPv8oaBunezXn_7xVZXQZQrsc9hC6sAktvWP1fRpikO-Ugp1IvwSYF0HveaegU/s220/Image1664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT226hGM_R5Aaie37qsF6di2X0g0h1MukQrnIaEBjm0_RgnHRXVIW2qASUqiAp4Dax7w3A18ZCQWdzOS1CQpbguapaSBGkyMCEDtjzLBjlOcziKh9ZgUBm7fRz5WlHAQPEzgYhgvv99KLL/s72-c/couple,hug,love,train,all,we,need,is,love,cover,,black,white-91e6a774db0254ec49e6a1fa97e10124_h.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283192773349310812.post-278648337554750321</id><published>2012-08-25T23:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-08-25T23:49:58.767+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Togetherness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="You"/><title type='text'>Embedded in my heart, soul and life…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you are not with me     &lt;br /&gt;My mood goes from happy to sad      &lt;br /&gt;And I don’t find a reason to smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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width=&quot;376&quot; height=&quot;260&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The void in my life is something only you can fill     &lt;br /&gt;My life’s joy comes from you alone      &lt;br /&gt;Nothing short of being with you will suffice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are my life, my love, my everything     &lt;br /&gt;No one in this world can compare or even stand a chance to replace you      &lt;br /&gt;With you by my side, my numbness turns into a smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/feeds/278648337554750321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4283192773349310812/278648337554750321?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/278648337554750321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/278648337554750321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/2012/08/embedded-in-my-heart-soul-and-life.html' title='Embedded in my heart, soul and life…'/><author><name>Romeo Das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628681826570279755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCPUKFh4zO4X6ANUVlzaxZRKv7tSrvpkXTIzdFIU-seVYahFuTlG9ZX-hPtEWGOw8qbPv8oaBunezXn_7xVZXQZQrsc9hC6sAktvWP1fRpikO-Ugp1IvwSYF0HveaegU/s220/Image1664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKU9kFCQg2bPlPMxl5lJRADGkvb1GlEQooWSf39zYDI26NYE3t12CEYCp7hm1UUBfP0Nz3T0OSWU1KY_Ao0cAOoY4XtQg5XwD2ztuHvTZyXM0RZ3f5g3o217EjBCuhac4g-mOFCBuxvzpu/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283192773349310812.post-3346741896106992056</id><published>2012-02-27T12:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-27T12:58:00.935+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Review"/><title type='text'>Strip the Price – ZAPstore.com.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;“Authenticity” is the most essential criteria for sustainability and success of an online retail store. I was not quite an avid online buyer, simply because I have seen many of my friends placing an order for a product hoping it to be exactly what they see online but receiving a completely different product altogether when its shipped to them. A sense of fear was always instilled within my mind regarding the authenticity of the products shown on the websites till I was introduced by one of my friends to a new online gadget store named – &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://zapstore.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Zapstore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The website is beautifully designed with no annoying pop-ups and is very user friendly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Recently I bought a Sony Cybershot from Zaptore.com. Frankly speaking I wasn’t expecting them to deliver me on the date they promised me to, owing to my previous experiences with other online stores. But I was really happy and surprised to get the camera right on the day they promised with no additional shipping charges. What adds to the happiness is the product being exactly what we see in the catalogue and the option of payment on delivery.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt8bRV7KEFNucvzt0o-lQrlVOnrJf5Q3aR5f4HiuxXwi2kEEwNoIMipKk9KNbK7YinR1ryPtxpO29PaUdolZiKsm1dtncXUNldT4cFY9H_NROf9IAZnzeEO-rv7qkiDB9rnjKBUhQAGSd7/s1600-h/zapstore.com20122262343545.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;zapstore.com 2012-2-26 23-43-54&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;253&quot; alt=&quot;zapstore.com 2012-2-26 23-43-54&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIy3WY_DBkvEV6VgdCq9CvGzTM3UtYeugDgccgzcNuS76X6yAO3PAbZNml13C8F8DkKpWPqx7gjtKG78keX4hXM4UFbhBz0zyDb3vjSgUhosIZr1bLPGyrGfszpWdbea9DfySDVdM9GtrM/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;581&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Zapstore provides a wide variety of electronic products ranging from high end Tablets to Pen Drives and much more. It has a very interesting concept where rather than just “Buying” a product you can “Zap” it too. Zapping is somewhat like bidding which lets you lower the price of the product below its market price. Amazing isn’t it! Yes, that’s what I felt too, when I first heard about it. Moreover when you sign-up with Zapstore, they give you 2 Zaps free. For further information they have put up a video explaining the entire concept of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://zapstore.com/how-to-zap.php&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;How to Zap / Buy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;A really unique and exciting online shopping experience is what Zapstore is all about. I am really happy with their services being one of their customers, since they are genuine and provide exactly what they show on their website. I would definitely recommend you to check out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://zapstore.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Zapstore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. They have also provided with their registered office address and their telephone number on their website, and yes for the latest updates regarding their products and prices you can also visit them on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0080ff&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.twitter.com/zap_store&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.facebook.com/pages/ZapStore/245465802133063&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and stay updated. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh55kxAk4-8CsUOUn8VR4EMInD6qaaTP4hM3fqE20GSnDbctPZ46Z6A1aADkf-AU9iNIf4WpiKbPoHBWOrvfupiiqiuWgp8klenkWkAhWTUrTcFto4-Ro24pu9XFIv-fG2RJqtcH4xA3dO4/s1600-h/bluezap9.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;blue-zap&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;49&quot; alt=&quot;blue-zap&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0cFQm79-EcmKs9hh9bODidk5GBqANeL81PN5geJ4102Dfm0qbG0CuOQS-WhpKZc9Bx8knMyAvnRPJwiJ5I4MATe0z-lbW47za8gxnrFS2Irrq0AYbXMgUfFVDp-jkqLSM_v_PAc5EWCPE/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;129&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;strong&gt;At &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://zapstore.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;ZAPstore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;__________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/feeds/3346741896106992056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4283192773349310812/3346741896106992056?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/3346741896106992056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/3346741896106992056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/2012/02/strip-price-zapstorecom.html' title='Strip the Price – ZAPstore.com.'/><author><name>Romeo Das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628681826570279755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCPUKFh4zO4X6ANUVlzaxZRKv7tSrvpkXTIzdFIU-seVYahFuTlG9ZX-hPtEWGOw8qbPv8oaBunezXn_7xVZXQZQrsc9hC6sAktvWP1fRpikO-Ugp1IvwSYF0HveaegU/s220/Image1664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIy3WY_DBkvEV6VgdCq9CvGzTM3UtYeugDgccgzcNuS76X6yAO3PAbZNml13C8F8DkKpWPqx7gjtKG78keX4hXM4UFbhBz0zyDb3vjSgUhosIZr1bLPGyrGfszpWdbea9DfySDVdM9GtrM/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283192773349310812.post-1491231357236581651</id><published>2012-02-12T23:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-12T23:33:57.521+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Myself"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="You"/><title type='text'>I love you and always will….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holding her closely I kissed her gently on her lips     &lt;br /&gt;Wishing to have that kiss forever      &lt;br /&gt;Tears rolled down the cheek      &lt;br /&gt;Filled with emotions which I could never speak.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Knowing she won’t be mine anymore      &lt;br /&gt;I gave her a warm hug.      &lt;br /&gt;Kissing her on her forehead      &lt;br /&gt;Wishing I had her forever and gave up the world instead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPCzbIEZXtnefFJc3UzULLBbzmE9gjZl5Xmd68BlwDsQ_nFzXJwODiHLoBtxsLMCXx_bMZE4v-NhdxLhn6ZDloEUm_jkehJg5ItYuwU5K9XctfncN1gI8MNExdpCg6Qlcej8SoiQ7HDkVY/s1600-h/dont%25255B6%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;dont&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;309&quot; alt=&quot;dont&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0YFv1VjtGwZLi5STJBYP17jvpao34mF-RPiaKWUu1VpakJN3diePIqiOWaqaJ3hfikflVPURbKcl-jqz6HEp6t4szwBTG5GYfWSo3uksE9D8Zc5KK1r_IhqFU3NCOCDOs_toe3_jUGt6v/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;401&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Staring at each other’s eyes, feeling so helpless     &lt;br /&gt;Wishing to hold every moment passing by, trying to stop time.      &lt;br /&gt;Had a lot of things to say      &lt;br /&gt;But words felt short with the feeling of us being torn away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I bade her the last goodbye     &lt;br /&gt;Watching her as she walked away, and finally mixing with the crowd where I can never find her again.      &lt;br /&gt;I knew she was gone forever and I can see her face never again      &lt;br /&gt;Wish I could be with her, but she never came back in my arms ever again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;__________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/feeds/1491231357236581651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4283192773349310812/1491231357236581651?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/1491231357236581651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/1491231357236581651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-love-you-and-always-will.html' title='I love you and always will….'/><author><name>Romeo Das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628681826570279755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCPUKFh4zO4X6ANUVlzaxZRKv7tSrvpkXTIzdFIU-seVYahFuTlG9ZX-hPtEWGOw8qbPv8oaBunezXn_7xVZXQZQrsc9hC6sAktvWP1fRpikO-Ugp1IvwSYF0HveaegU/s220/Image1664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0YFv1VjtGwZLi5STJBYP17jvpao34mF-RPiaKWUu1VpakJN3diePIqiOWaqaJ3hfikflVPURbKcl-jqz6HEp6t4szwBTG5GYfWSo3uksE9D8Zc5KK1r_IhqFU3NCOCDOs_toe3_jUGt6v/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283192773349310812.post-6567033634719147892</id><published>2012-01-06T00:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-06T00:28:42.144+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Break-up"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Togetherness"/><title type='text'>Destined to be apart…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sadness to him, was not being with the one he loved     &lt;br /&gt;When they were torn apart, he felt like a part of him went missing      &lt;br /&gt;Certain things out of the blue now makes him cry for no reason      &lt;br /&gt;He feels empty inside, having no reason to smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being without her, tears him apart from inside     &lt;br /&gt;Even though seeing him no one could ever guess      &lt;br /&gt;Loving her so much has become more than what he could stand      &lt;br /&gt;The longing to hold her, touch her and kiss her has become unbearable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnI9IZf-s0s9rXQZtTY5UPUKXNI4jtjLspKLAXiLGyyjg8z5Z8bTuM-pisX58Vc3rx2hCmh9zEdn2ypaxpioJ2VwtKLWMYx45qNfzbG9AE_aFkEsgUQ9yCjFb2HAyY0XQKScUFqmjE1RGC/s1600-h/Apart%25255B6%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;Apart&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;297&quot; alt=&quot;Apart&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSg2llC0BBxKLRb7ctzvn1uODGkWV_k8Fc8DXohO2IW9JG7DGJ_mygl0UhcpL3zidWfgFLrIevOtwRo8Ki8jk4tsxHdP87r8ItVlOrPg22jHntnaGP3-SPkuy4z7G9FDzDb_ONWCJfPr4Z/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;250&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanting her to know his love for her is real     &lt;br /&gt;He wouldn’t do anything to ever bring her sorrow or pain      &lt;br /&gt;All he wants is to see happiness and joy in her life      &lt;br /&gt;And giving her all that he is with no reservations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He gave her his heart, his soul for her to keep     &lt;br /&gt;Also with that his love, his compassion and friendship      &lt;br /&gt;He would be here being steadfast, true and loving to her      &lt;br /&gt;As long as she would want to have him, keep him close to her heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;__________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/feeds/6567033634719147892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4283192773349310812/6567033634719147892?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/6567033634719147892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/6567033634719147892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/2012/01/destined-to-be-apart.html' title='Destined to be apart…'/><author><name>Romeo Das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628681826570279755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCPUKFh4zO4X6ANUVlzaxZRKv7tSrvpkXTIzdFIU-seVYahFuTlG9ZX-hPtEWGOw8qbPv8oaBunezXn_7xVZXQZQrsc9hC6sAktvWP1fRpikO-Ugp1IvwSYF0HveaegU/s220/Image1664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSg2llC0BBxKLRb7ctzvn1uODGkWV_k8Fc8DXohO2IW9JG7DGJ_mygl0UhcpL3zidWfgFLrIevOtwRo8Ki8jk4tsxHdP87r8ItVlOrPg22jHntnaGP3-SPkuy4z7G9FDzDb_ONWCJfPr4Z/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283192773349310812.post-600433593381502992</id><published>2011-11-20T22:28:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-20T22:47:44.125+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Break-up"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heart"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Re-birth"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="You"/><title type='text'>Wish you were mine…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gave you as much as I could of me     &lt;br /&gt;You were in my thoughts and in my dreams      &lt;br /&gt;You captured my heart and soul      &lt;br /&gt;You meant the world to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lying awake with my head on my pillow, so restless that I can’t sleep     &lt;br /&gt;I can’t endure the pain and the thoughts running deep      &lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of you won’t go away, no matter how hard I try      &lt;br /&gt;Knowing that we were meant to be together, makes me do nothing but cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOQdVvV3LAt2DfGHNWj4K6H25WcLeFz8Gf9s2o7i1CzBrIqDMIZkfherFIIyf4ZQfKOgGUvCAMaVlW56SQuCydnCI8So5kry8CazGoiroJB4SgxBR3AyxgwkPhxiAbxmjXT9gevysZXb51/s1600-h/sad%25255B6%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;sad&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;249&quot; alt=&quot;sad&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZJxJn_BXeaxA_vhJuyJkPQt_vNCmTasAAPnf6q_Uc34HJUez4VAuUzVJUcxXgMF42Bo_L_-NayZtRSvX62bsbl2-MWTxGhjd_YujpJwRhZo7qOy_5hzJ_yopzJ8zlvllsznDySB5j24-1/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;364&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;br /&gt; I don’t feel like myself anymore, I feel numb, lifeless and don’t seem to care      &lt;br /&gt;I need you to bring me back to life, to hold you and my emotions with you to share      &lt;br /&gt;If only you knew what I am going through, it would crush you to pieces      &lt;br /&gt;The pain I feel inside has been lingering, and it seems like it never ceases.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I need to get myself back to the way I used to be, what they call a “Normal” life      &lt;br /&gt;Still buried are those days when I was carefree, loving and full of life      &lt;br /&gt;Its hard to say goodbye, so with a fake smile I try move on to make things fine,      &lt;br /&gt; Wishing in my next life I would be your lover and wish you would be mine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/feeds/600433593381502992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4283192773349310812/600433593381502992?isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/600433593381502992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/600433593381502992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-gave-you-as-much-as-i-could-of-me-you.html' title='Wish you were mine…'/><author><name>Romeo Das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628681826570279755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCPUKFh4zO4X6ANUVlzaxZRKv7tSrvpkXTIzdFIU-seVYahFuTlG9ZX-hPtEWGOw8qbPv8oaBunezXn_7xVZXQZQrsc9hC6sAktvWP1fRpikO-Ugp1IvwSYF0HveaegU/s220/Image1664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZJxJn_BXeaxA_vhJuyJkPQt_vNCmTasAAPnf6q_Uc34HJUez4VAuUzVJUcxXgMF42Bo_L_-NayZtRSvX62bsbl2-MWTxGhjd_YujpJwRhZo7qOy_5hzJ_yopzJ8zlvllsznDySB5j24-1/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283192773349310812.post-7262760113238931226</id><published>2011-11-15T15:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-15T21:53:01.272+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Letter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="You"/><title type='text'>A letter to my beloved…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Brush Script MT&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Dear Cindy,&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Being recruited for this job was the best thing that has happened to my life lately. It brought me close to you. I am so much myself when I am with you. I cherish every moment I spend with you. Things that you do when you are with me, I love every bit of them. The way you pinch me, beat me and then give a bright yet naughty smile just makes my day.&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqNwpCsV7bGsCNwC99b3wvHSK7TqTgdS1xiicz3t3VuA6O1zseJcJhqUOEOnb_fSKHvNHW3J25LWDQhV9H2kGcDXVO7dcLkdmi5LGx-4xjsTi7ML2LYLVocUNljrNu6dz2sejKqAH6cw1B/s1600-h/Hug%25255B15%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;Hug&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;341&quot; alt=&quot;Hug&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR-73gENTkvt4NSXpdN0Bx03S22nzfHtF6pKzQo_gQ342Ko-bQyLw_Uidf52aW0mtchLJhI3Pg7PKAE9zLLtxDNwKFuZLv8aD5PoYUlMSGudnIt20fntq5nSv_B42IyTaOIBhRazilA31Y/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;231&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I know, at times I am rude with you and I do hurt you, but doing that hurts me more than it does to you. I know I have not been able to be the perfect boyfriend, but you are perfect for me in every aspect.&amp;#160; May be I have not been able to express my love towards you the way you always want me to, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I know, perhaps I would never be able to love you as much as you love me, but still I love you with all my heart, with all that I have….and I promise this love for you wont ever change.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Brush Script MT&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;Forever yours,          &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;Steve&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/feeds/7262760113238931226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4283192773349310812/7262760113238931226?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/7262760113238931226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/7262760113238931226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-cindy-enrolling-myself-to-this.html' title='A letter to my beloved…'/><author><name>Romeo Das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628681826570279755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCPUKFh4zO4X6ANUVlzaxZRKv7tSrvpkXTIzdFIU-seVYahFuTlG9ZX-hPtEWGOw8qbPv8oaBunezXn_7xVZXQZQrsc9hC6sAktvWP1fRpikO-Ugp1IvwSYF0HveaegU/s220/Image1664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR-73gENTkvt4NSXpdN0Bx03S22nzfHtF6pKzQo_gQ342Ko-bQyLw_Uidf52aW0mtchLJhI3Pg7PKAE9zLLtxDNwKFuZLv8aD5PoYUlMSGudnIt20fntq5nSv_B42IyTaOIBhRazilA31Y/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283192773349310812.post-3763628861000655906</id><published>2011-07-29T01:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-29T03:38:59.192+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Accident"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Re-birth"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Togetherness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Train"/><title type='text'>She died…so that they could live together, forever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is a story of Steven and Ashwini. Steven &amp;amp; Ashwini – two names that could never be taken together.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 year’s ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - When Steven saw her for the first time in college, he never liked her. Neither did Ashwini like him, she thought Steven must be a big flirt and would also try to flirt with her.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Days past by and situations brought Steven and Ashwini close to each other. They got to know each other more and eventually started liking each other. They used to hang out together, watch movies and have loads of fun together. Their perception about each other changed over time and Steven though being a flirt, Ashwini started liking him. He teased her whenever he got a chance and she used to beat him up whenever he teased her. They could hardly understand when their liking had turned in to deep love for each other.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Hnzt-Cv-lVNp-nOFc1FJ9WesUE0D8zeQ7Ocj57zvk_lxcHwqVwqiYanNAiI0NfjBUCY-WDs8ri660N5OSembk3sieoS8R_rIPe8DLdH7uZc303YKs7GxhlScyFAVULAvk3TflJAvyx-P/s1600-h/ever%25255B6%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;ever&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;245&quot; alt=&quot;ever&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQoC5c-Dmbs-aoXjM0PsfIAbUe0davVziaWvHODPfHXYaIKS_EU5PTMZKptrLyWg7gzqm6fXxorMD5WtOe6aw4PunPHaW0VBEVY1g56RAQcXVjk8vIMKkDUmu3GcGUovlJhRbgRTQ5707/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;317&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;They treasured every moment they spent with each other to be very precious. Enjoyed each other’s company and the world almost seemed to have no place in between them. They were so happy with each other, but…     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;…these happy days and moments spent together were not meant to last forever. College days came to an end eventually and the worst part is, Ashwini was being bound by her duties to marry according to her parents’ choice and not Steven whom she loved. She knew her parents would never agree to accept Steven, so she never shared about her love relationship with her family.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Year’s ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Meanwhile Steve got an affluent job in Delhi. He had to shift from his hometown to his workplace. Parting from one another was an unbearable thing, they wished no one ever had to ever undergo. Bounded by religion, cultures, family and society – they were torn apart from each other. But how can such deep love end so suddenly with sudden change of events? Ashwini made up her mind to visit Delhi to meet Steve. She succeeded in making some excuse to her parents so that she could go there.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;She was very excited to see Steve once again. Both of them held each other tight in their arms when they met again after almost two months. They re-lived those precious moments with each other once again. Once again they were two happy souls forgetting about their different worlds they belong to. They stayed over a week together happily making fun of each other, fighting and then breaking into rolls of laughter. But as they knew this was not forever and this was the last time they were seeing each other, Steve waved her the last goodbye as she boarded her train.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2fDYyJ1golGQ7oFcXXX6Ohv6e-WLnTMGE79kbX1mYq4iwkwxKOFbt116eWdiPWWRX3iVHo7NxEFAhPpmbVaZI-xkAO6TgLli4ucKvkRCgc-ycRjjyGvETht548iENJqQxhyphenhyphendZEu9SPsP1/s1600-h/train%25255B5%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;train&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;271&quot; alt=&quot;train&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7SkKLHCDohnIF7g_qR4ljdDFp80RcOCJsaDmEcTiIfT7b1XJSVihoNynndHuY1nRlnFY2GvLwtUzbEF3UCYtWPyIhJwxc3zZIMG3DI1E90UxwFNJAN_8eCT_-_RixHMTyhX3VkA9CJXM-/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;358&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;1600 Hrs – The train bound for Mumbai met with an accident and 104 people were reported to have been killed and 46 severely injured.         &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A cold shiver passed through Steve’s spine and for a moment he seemed to have been numbed by the news. Ashwini’s parents searched for her everywhere, until they recognized her bag and a piece of her dress charred beside one of the window pane of the bogie. The world was never the same for Steve and Ashwini’s family…     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Present - 18:45 Hrs, Monday, rainy evening somewhere in Gurgaon :        &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Steve – (returning from office almost drenched) Knock knock!     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;His wife – Coming, hold on a sec.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Steve - (after getting in) I am almost drenched in the rain, could I get a cup of coffee hun?     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;His wife – (smiling) Remember last Saturday, we were supposed to go for a movie and someone waited for you at home. So if you do remember, then help yourself!     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steve – (smiling) You never miss a chance hitting me with your words, do you? I guess you don’t love me anymore hun!      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;His wife – Oh yes! Is that what you think about the person who died just to be with you Mr. Steve?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;They both smiled at each other and Steve sat down to watch the evening news as usual.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSXX_qw5DvCaRQ_pTMN5qrsDtYre02fpOljdvVieOOlBDuMNoNS1migUgfkMVChB7VAG5iTUkEbXYkxtd8BB4BYSDYvdOgMChKHECwd0BxxqyoOvBCK51vKLhNCqJlB3mwsjMoP3sAoLl0/s1600-h/hand%25255B4%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;hand&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;hand&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3I80adKFsK6paIsLyE7fuAqShfhCADwsNwIyqFHkxoNPeXfhlpiv6YGJfAgM1D1npomYGEgYkIlkrOpY_ORmQ6XxG0DFRbQvus7rx13FfMxJFwqWmZHyRYau-46ZpMo6Blg3ABUQk5ZGi/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;189&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/feeds/3763628861000655906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4283192773349310812/3763628861000655906?isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/3763628861000655906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/3763628861000655906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/2011/07/she-diedso-that-they-could-live.html' title='She died…so that they could live together, forever!'/><author><name>Romeo Das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628681826570279755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCPUKFh4zO4X6ANUVlzaxZRKv7tSrvpkXTIzdFIU-seVYahFuTlG9ZX-hPtEWGOw8qbPv8oaBunezXn_7xVZXQZQrsc9hC6sAktvWP1fRpikO-Ugp1IvwSYF0HveaegU/s220/Image1664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQoC5c-Dmbs-aoXjM0PsfIAbUe0davVziaWvHODPfHXYaIKS_EU5PTMZKptrLyWg7gzqm6fXxorMD5WtOe6aw4PunPHaW0VBEVY1g56RAQcXVjk8vIMKkDUmu3GcGUovlJhRbgRTQ5707/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283192773349310812.post-6237279603271557611</id><published>2011-07-07T00:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-07T00:48:03.336+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heart"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="You"/><title type='text'>Do what your heart says…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every time he listened to his head he has been wrong     &lt;br /&gt;
Who says the head is always right when it comes to love?      &lt;br /&gt;
This time he is following his heart all the way till the end      &lt;br /&gt;
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She has not only captured his mind, but also his heart      &lt;br /&gt;
He never has felt this sure about anyone in his life before      &lt;br /&gt;
His heart is on fire, and his mind constantly has her at the forefront      &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDqAyqXfdONtw-RH56XqgmHp7P0XqpVejAReQQrNREPuGdYnz9jvTRbZAEMUr1LSxdHU5fVgHsXa8iuniFdEVLCn8V_vxNDlagLyN_4iB9PuBPaHQqQvbcEaWqNLHLBpzAP3FNicmH8ktO/s1600-h/Do%252520what%252520your%252520heart%252520says-300x300%25255B4%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Do what your heart says-300x300&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS29S9L5-DHxxE2b_SEJrgx_eR8mfGE3Kh4_JcZn1iUkOf5vStkVNo1CDaiCbE3DK8s6ppeD3Lp8UHdzVFohWLLvmLDTb8OnrdygdWVtDdaVffvo7xh4TfzTA9hyI7ZPclLjnkS4ydU3Pe/?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; title=&quot;Do what your heart says-300x300&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;      &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;b&gt;This time he has put total trust in his heart’s decision that she is the “one”      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; His heart came out of its numbness due her presence in his life      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Its an unique way of the heart letting him know she is worth the risk and chance      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; When she came in his life she changed his entire world      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; She is his awakening, the one that warms his heart      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; She breathed life into his soul and he is alive once again because of her!      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/feeds/6237279603271557611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4283192773349310812/6237279603271557611?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/6237279603271557611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/6237279603271557611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/2011/07/do-what-your-heart-says.html' title='Do what your heart says…'/><author><name>Romeo Das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628681826570279755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCPUKFh4zO4X6ANUVlzaxZRKv7tSrvpkXTIzdFIU-seVYahFuTlG9ZX-hPtEWGOw8qbPv8oaBunezXn_7xVZXQZQrsc9hC6sAktvWP1fRpikO-Ugp1IvwSYF0HveaegU/s220/Image1664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS29S9L5-DHxxE2b_SEJrgx_eR8mfGE3Kh4_JcZn1iUkOf5vStkVNo1CDaiCbE3DK8s6ppeD3Lp8UHdzVFohWLLvmLDTb8OnrdygdWVtDdaVffvo7xh4TfzTA9hyI7ZPclLjnkS4ydU3Pe/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283192773349310812.post-7466186842345172062</id><published>2011-06-27T20:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-01T08:04:25.539+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amazing Facts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Growing Old"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interesting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Priyanka"/><title type='text'>30 Things That Will Make You Feel Old –</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;I was really amazed after one of my friends Priyanka, sent me this mail. Hope you guys find it interesting too.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;1. Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge was released 16 years ago.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoMjDW3qTtMI_EG1zrJ3vi34F71LWZzx9pElPl7sRGyoyPgSAIdaui2e-BOhKDvL6uChlfNM94sOoqenrbAUcPiDlqFoi8KGeI14X06LzHam6ppveyj0x9LYJcV5gieDrgaH4HeKrY6-wf/s1600-h/original_DDLJ1_45d2ae833f7cd%25255B7%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;original_DDLJ1_45d2ae833f7cd&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;269&quot; alt=&quot;original_DDLJ1_45d2ae833f7cd&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaMVbDCT2pZMoavMFV33B0na2YoThVZlQA8VLN3aFT3c_Q4r4xnKfLRMQQ6S-now8tQ0bvnbBg4H8cF1oe55EAXhyJRzBfGT6DzX5ln7D9KeWqmyfUL6X-Oi6y4H0ptpgRw5egs8F7lEIV/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;516&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;2. Windows XP was released TEN years ago, in 2001.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnNYg6cvfAiwupJGbHZLgv4Jvn_O-C6ftHmjtzM7ZFvZd0cu_uTsw0w-4_CpEDYVgRENBL3Uc5fnwhoWvmmb09CS4I39ot8lC_lI4B4axprMrQOzbMMN-Ymihx-Y9UF_qsQ12AxTsiQxTT/s1600-h/image002%25255B4%25255D.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image002&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;269&quot; alt=&quot;image002&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP2t8Oxx54kdL_ZvjhG01NoqjO0ER0C7yB-AOhGu5OS7977thRC1uXAOxeV961S4dkbo0NsrfyF82DzmWbwfOKcvGuToFiFzd9cJw8A6EV0BdyPQYw5ppZHNXTN5XzcTxTDqfi9A-6nHNL/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;517&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;3. The “new” Millennium is more than a decade old.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm0uuGvrFSRbjrWOkBtR3vnq2IOdDy-yWkSFd99bpufxcLTvSnYK0FCTRERZm7mSid9jJNncfoG4chBgqo8T4OdMH2S95eSH6mPoSHyXhpXXHZfpzTWRnjxpoU1iiu1XGapwPBEhlV-7Ef/s1600-h/image003%25255B6%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image003&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;388&quot; alt=&quot;image003&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEzmDFsIzUtgP9E9MkjpzCGloiOQBtANDbswGLBjPAfgYsnVoSycZUBZm-P2-vOy3JobaZgLIucxMdjeSZ_jkoh0jaUFOsV4EH7UR4B2doOiYmHGmOhXzxUoIBLdgq6rVrN6-ZXrj7AcmT/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;526&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;4. Chetan Bhagat’s antics have been around for the past 7 years!&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8gB30L9FoGNggwAD0S3VfejiIq9RLstkq3Swz61DTteJnz1tArySXsUZiNzC7_SZwWaFUK9pDwW9wajN5Jhka7prN4_L38QiE4gBDK2ZGQ5LiVIzOEVrYNeze3dlyKu9lM6r0HKtZboe/s1600-h/image004%25255B4%25255D.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image004&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;184&quot; alt=&quot;image004&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOqMC-642l4fs_pFOuo0AZDMux4eDZPt2O4srzXX-76WcwxBzegK-OEO1nqQMld7S-8o17GU3Z0IoiJ-jQpVHyW5TOpnfFS3Q8DSfk1UGgk-xHRWqM6lBeTr4QX6VOFE627VGaWxyztm7s/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;525&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;5. Pierce Brosnan last acted as James Bond 9 years ago.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEist7j67If7CyMKUZr4c8tQsqrdISugJ5cepQhnRtkrSjRqTN4bQ0B7-PxksqTk97FY1AYTBFDnEDYUuwCeilXtR1ceugxLrXtm8VBpq_QNK6dx_k2wZ3Q2LPrbyPGAjzCo6RVEivtDG72O/s1600-h/image005%25255B7%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image005&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;324&quot; alt=&quot;image005&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5l-ooSFBJOM70ITaQBkioWJN5V4OSuXXCk_pTbJn4u1uJruz4IYsvwXN7MmdJwVf2y-PPQNzUoJ7BeL3McrwW1gq3aLHsqblafps-tvNUI8KKHHt7balIDOgQwZJY3SuJnl2rfpuPkqU1/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;527&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;6. The Delhi Metro has been running for 9 Years now.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp0sL58Yf5OUhxJjMtmGC-kEy_9VSszJXS2dnPGcYkabTwhTn5Buhr3ymCLMcqRtTkkyY9mVhKnU_2Bd56NrK-ap56VFJvZtIwSJ6wi1MYbayXTlYDspCiVRaGSrsHkxxFL72AfWGMOk8d/s1600-h/image006%25255B4%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image006&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;348&quot; alt=&quot;image006&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJuGhbaOoOj7QXQ74P8Hqcb6C47HMSbkJiN5k4B1X3pvb3BxtZ8m2knOnHm3QLYZdEJk3VBE24EQLx-WLKJPdocSl4-QcF-V-B7o56L2kEEVxHcodHI99fhNUOWFdWjvYWnepY3VJn6SMn/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;511&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;7. It’s been 10 years since 9/11&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Jw-8eEGcDmCB-xjWOW2CVxeqM7DizEaJEIjeu2Ln6XI3-AAmW5FdFx3-F-4MFxqOEEu9jchrhmcppkbcM100C3CsWP_CJs6se8PIhzcIR-Zgv4G66MihxMOlsaL40hLV-LwOCxKN2sRZ/s1600-h/image007%25255B7%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image007&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; alt=&quot;image007&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_J61vpN_dzlLKA8C1yoxPa9ph7oYEJGwVCy7DoKERhlBhCVQ3Nzr6maDviKFtpyr05HYIicAVmOG3pSofvTp9C4TW83-z831BGGY_gDYEVNzjT8w5eVnVD9aWlbzUN6FMfKCGtiT2TSKC/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;514&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;8. The Matrix came out 12 years ago, Keanu Reeves is 46 today&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzVaNFMdg8JlnQZPLvuY0FuIbfs83vYH1Q5r0CIQQX4QNowSvsZaJGOdq1HEuwdNoG7xlC12kdKPUq7TXGQxeNkV3sC4EulDHWMMIGkP13FXBu7QoVK5Auahno5KSTWrdGva4pEVd7Vid0/s1600-h/image008%25255B4%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image008&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;319&quot; alt=&quot;image008&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi93ejtUpbLfVLv-kyK-g8Rxizrd56apbieJekifKcuLBiEHUAzyB8vHmvFfLlxp7tUpbbEPNx1cLa91rdaEvL4oAe5vWG3GhFxWQMykV5xEfjwzUT-hZyPUxdZzEH9TQpWpz9a_qGKA-63/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;510&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;9. Mother Theresa and Lady Diana have been dead for 14 years.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrdLFFmmqX_6tGfawgxcmpa5vw4i6jC6VOQ8GdXVooJeiNnOvX4Xs2W7KFyO7Dg9na5QKw5IHe3aClBrNSHj2UwtNu8ej4I3tsHy8KouDLYRSYaYHWNIMUcD-anON1maNQcg9cgkD7_r0l/s1600-h/image009%25255B5%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image009&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;319&quot; alt=&quot;image009&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihy4DNeOuvo6m0BfEzwd4mSckLcrPdFGQxrqIqVDDsr_yRuRr6zSAbmx0hQaqokRWToHRkY1YFkbckF5O27Ws6K9SHjpOUvF6hfG7hX1GZmjmSDpgylvxDcmu3pRGpy0V63QhnmAuLtOid/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;345&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;10. This happened a whopping 17 years ago.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivm9CRuF8xFsg15aCQV8MaFi2sX2zVKnASb2qFLLirfBHh8TD2Hp74YXYnh6CEwt_fHANbBgovoCGdHAlI2Tpqxu-az7f_OEx8Ctmf7RguLjF7UymS_eGV1W9aom0xHiTI0llYcw_-BwNV/s1600-h/image010%25255B4%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image010&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;329&quot; alt=&quot;image010&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYk3UK9I0sQ2_emFXNT3KAc5sbvvwi0T5vNeK2UVk_QHPv_hjIjDmBuSt6J6RNjRhQS2gaaEwWvbqk5VzmBtC4892Xv4NeDqytFnZH0Zpn_kpgEKsNNTW6jqpqoWN8dkSPqDM_pZZSRNY/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;486&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes, they are old, too!&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;11. Remember Jungle Book on Doordarshan? That was more than 15 years ago.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiidE_TazAny2n4MfziAdXjj1gqBvIkDVywjPsyQfzj9QJNF1zT5tapNCA7L58Wg0z_T1PksY6B8mGu6uX54FDqBkXBL0K2Bhm0uQcwHnfDXASOTp6N_kG0geKQFx1ukO4zDgVK0qWc-VOY/s1600-h/image011%25255B5%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image011&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;228&quot; alt=&quot;image011&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizzqt5m-CzchTh22sCATlV-U-xSs0cDKYXgfu-RYMt3e800BiFnV3T8tvWeRtrppjCQZgQxgjIv1qckykc85x3ZNBC9FR_A3VKD7t77JK9bvsD107-pjVWHnTzyQP9Mg5iqBuH-iUR318l/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;298&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;12. Macaulay Culkin is 30 today. “Home Alone” came out over 20 years ago.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h6&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYL_bpDiyBK_2tn1dLA75QwI5whYTuFfhctXbmY76uHEVTz0hbNCtyKRWmogpj_QU30ZRvb5u94OaIeSgf625waun8VRTODhQIvvw_5msru_7vQV8qX0WgEcaA0yo1LuFoRFcHaws0yHn-/s1600-h/image012%25255B7%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image012&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;340&quot; alt=&quot;image012&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1QKF8CklRkI3Bh6ttlzPrjg-fN620DaAEQJQC4xKmPnFP-GQSmt4ReyG5NRnbba8SIwx8wNgYCylm4ykgIWqmpCTD4A17bYXWxhyphenhyphenlFcIcUM7YDI0YR8uwm6hMq9zBQfROAETyTmj6kLOJ/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;496&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Terminator 2 is 20 years old. Edward Furlong who portrayed kid John Connor is 33 now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h6&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfTsb_k7kvmo7knrNEqqVIOpQcCZj-7bJ9xvTEI9gtEXfv2wdFaQ7QLmLo7i-DXYI1RhitHXaXIZorD42Tim4wd8pT4Uv1aM2cI-xivf7hkyM5F3qFHais1YHuJ7FsGEztOjegDj-pbyd_/s1600-h/image013%25255B5%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image013&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;284&quot; alt=&quot;image013&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuBRtjGO6xdm_Vspu0rXtWgjCDVGdoynWxJ2aN6p9Ek_sKOolwUECit9wIleKoS2nwYDrqPK3nYnT569jBte_bOCGoOf54OugrNvyDBB23Aq0skabsJzw_kr58a4-3WY3oeEyDTR3LIy7X/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;502&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;14. Sean Connery is 80 years old and retired.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h6&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Tk90YKf91xGpepZpThfeCO9oIRNVzy3RvXF1Ke1O_JASevKQXNrFXcRzQHms1RblQ31C6uKTpZcSXnyvAFfWSIb5qSagtJBHPeaLdMBmRgW8gE7DdJgXvqAsYB86LCo3wqu68KG89nkS/s1600-h/image014%25255B4%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image014&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;290&quot; alt=&quot;image014&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBhON5SB1cLc-O2NDBnEixnDMoR7vuWn08YM-hdM_F0mGoqkCfHH7HpEnm-2XTw7KC8K3oRnWxynaiDkNqntcWeTrSpC06VzYxTk7NUvSZSSaRSj8c0P_9SENRpiz7RsfJ8Fa2FxqqnK3P/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;503&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;h6&gt;15. The youngest Spice Girl is 35, the oldest Backstreet Boy 39, Gwen Stefani is 41, Madonna 52&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu3aM5LZYojrfz5gV_9WWYcQbpsbUYUKoFuiYlAjhxAfOhSNguDGewpi_ND_I1qHomfdFMtCvGZTVaqLpAZxddUt7fzETsKOZysySYBZIETGYtj_c8daQyRnqnGl_t4RnRh3MsbK5jO9nr/s1600-h/image015%25255B6%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image015&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;219&quot; alt=&quot;image015&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNaeZnHtffVrgl0uj8hI0uU0UXd0rHvoGmipTAK73PpmY45eVFfo1ryl6LHQvR2rAUO6cokLD6shYqV_XxXsj2-XYiufn4lyrfHbp8HI4unLNxv0Ms7LxPHydoOWxxiUOiA17qwrqi160m/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;503&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;16. The first Harry Potter book came out when I was in High School. 14 years ago!&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXgNF-sNxur1pD2UqfbTM75_OnC3lPPA7-zqQRV3oaQ5tP3AMTdjly9rGqrmZQBloPruD_3D2fiFM6LZE6ABAfAvUe_TmUTGbjlTmL0KkA8iJs0P6nXfz7YqYghCqom1vItR9Xrn5OE8V/s1600-h/image016%25255B4%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image016&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;310&quot; alt=&quot;image016&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Pud0xSsiJcqG9kTqWOXFLC2_17USEM4tiQ4r1NAENxF1UC0VbqTqpsFhy5xd-IaXT8h7sg6I00mLy4CI11lOhz1zSfJDG-hgf686XVOI9fDr4aTv6LeQ0Z8EZdyEq7k4V4_nYrd41X_v/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;512&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;17. The first season of F.R.I.E.N.D.S was aired 17 years ago! Age of the cast:&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJmERRTOaYtQEkohGIUiAjzaD6a2zjYCWI0OTLokxdAN6mOBSiyOgnpYtAIYkIgCBx3w5aKAQ_wu3ioGdBRIppQMNwa15Gpfw8OaEggIj-9x61iwmj19el2NybVaswJYdAst2Z7anS7uSk/s1600-h/image017%25255B4%25255D.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image017&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;183&quot; alt=&quot;image017&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6WIMfrn9nkoAmWy9R868z0tIOMRUkSBm63NIjW8CwaZ8RwwgX6gjBdQrCEDoH3nKHVi89LxlISw4SGSNy6NwAmXNllyLc0wBbrUPTq5n4c2LpYYK8y8cSTAhLFVNeOM_ZcQXerCMo1Xpv/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;516&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;18. Remember these Guys?&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3lf1e1i0yx0EnVB9RrFqy3hszO71QNY2MhTCGLBQoEgXL-9dTn5O73QPNNbFDmOnmI4JGnpKiS-26G5NRLQlYUFA370aw1ZNmbMUjUPHke1ozWZLr2qkm4VPrOYvbJ2Kmr-_uSaE2zTvA/s1600-h/image018%25255B4%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image018&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;164&quot; alt=&quot;image018&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuperzSwLsTwMNaNuP6DX9WK7ZaCtIk_BbTAuhsF-BmQfCyVfjX-ZSJvI8vrLqud2e6-sGQ0ZvWM5QZlPpaPN2_zCuJ5ZJlQU9gMpmXpnZl6ID4-dtScsAZYhptH9aKkIrMLPOrqkfST_G/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;164&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtEm-KfIeDKT65q-n4lZaYAGNr1D8G9srK2YaRPHX_LHlho0CO3qs5Yz47MMAUHemy37q0dPJiNWdPbv-EawDelCoGUSA2UOSw_TBNBPUK81lPNB20FdVWsbcy-UsT0tyMngMDJOPtueWW/s1600-h/image019%25255B4%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image019&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; alt=&quot;image019&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDuMW0xRbRNy54H1WiWe5wbun7uc4oB0LE_Tv71W1NzAaMiSakSRPoTFyb34uJd0t2JoRm5BrWz_8Ron8KF_GLRJ1RqXL6Y2Cag07Z8tzXZs_kBZ4xCzsDmzcLiGMcf2K-k9balW-d9P5l/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;220&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw9knXkw4_7BtYth5cIYxsSrOnOThBHvCdOZMJedEDt0vzm02PFKgcXSfPUFRwwQZ5CO9Fyp9O-X5wx_rlHTUEVYJwEWhUnws3Lmg-CMBuyF-CAKe34Fv_pYZQEEwxwxHOnD6uvgqYvl_9/s1600-h/image020%25255B6%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image020&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;148&quot; alt=&quot;image020&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwLhEKycD12HqrnBymhGn3chelwEbfldXYvcpbUxfQVzhfEb8btd0Dor68Hd0UtkOAb_UcVbFMTig7ARoNymm0GbexWCYidGQs3b_mF6pIlnlNAJQF5HK_JvlNarHjXxMKr9c8vPNUoIyZ/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;178&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;19. Akshay Kumar is older than the moon landing – He was born in 1967&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLqrbBop4_JLfrspuZx0nJf8euh9mwkJDwqWlcCrLQVrhLFu4fmpH4-NOO4kdo72z5LeTGfAoQRVXdjMUHBQZxHtM3mbR6Adec8n12d6p9XAexTm4XrA-3kJnKTEYhU57UTqUo_JYtvTb/s1600-h/image0214.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image021&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;350&quot; alt=&quot;image021&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOmHxiv323IfY5DEl12YfLL3NOXgwnk_bRMNlcv7xLnY84SoHlA0sgfCyzW78e-SSyjG4HDbvcaT0t9bb2M2vf12lDGH8uFQ7ZM9Q6mHAb7QEvX0thFB0W_VamOYuHDvQrwQp7-fV19ss/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;508&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;20. Arnold Schwarzenegger is older than India. He was born in June 1947&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC355GQxGU28kiqx-DSaAI-ykISlkFFYc2uuumcWH-27Rd_ym9EFBIEpHIZTFjUSd4mEm8gZm9apzwfsP9MQbnhKh4Htc8T_96hvI-LHviA3bXFMGMC7v7Sx1y1czH87DiB_ZD3ZZ9tJqO/s1600-h/image0224.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image022&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;330&quot; alt=&quot;image022&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhvbc4y9Pw-RqqXzwexFK3Z1h0BQXpWmQ3iQYQCVz-na8mgmRLDtSmjoAeYyvR4D6ZLVcIcaWkSE0-ReXPOYHLMdfw_DHAi2md2yEthCp4dcEP6nzvv8eNurkqHHuLMd1SgQiRN_AWtce6/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;505&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;21. ‘Kids’ born in 1993 can legally drive, drink and vote this year.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9XhsBfwFc8wRD3WLAtOUDsP7KlWqt8xP6CGK16fW9qghBYIiUKUO0vhR-hRva4nnsZglLISTBfCsdB85h65tFPBChQFQvUoPK9OPgbDOVAWYeXLNTpPJoBDX3Y_cpRup1uUqeZ6SeHA05/s1600-h/image0237.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image023&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;417&quot; alt=&quot;image023&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirzmwxB0OTpMMXIs-NQHyoHqXsVinZHS5MKCTc6uq0XVAopywhSf3WSB54jP2Q0b3X_hKEmq86F7t33uw2zxR-p8e5HOsF49cwudEWocdX852WcUiXkggG4VwGq_KvutdHIISOLnhoisgY/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;512&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Where are my car keys, bob?&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;22. Jurassic Park is older than Justin Bieber.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDz9Qnb0fnVblMKVw3zV_VpSpdTyWat6wwYHEhTHoI6Wjml3xAYgP9ByLVwI6BkA4mo_0ufemylLTPeNLocx8i1WUIJCo4MJNETd8foPnckbw2Ca2Q_uscInn-maGbp1jVTm328Rm2xef/s1600-h/image0246.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image024&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;319&quot; alt=&quot;image024&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCt0HAOjRLisKnVewNxUn9opFqT-G_hmZg5mYcnRDBvcz07V53NotaDCaytg8NftmOverol24n9TneJ31Qq4hvCjbkryceMp7HHyO2eZ3nGRQCtR7S6jVmqfbr2mY7dNr_2eA73rhutqSj/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;511&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;23. Justin Bieber. Rebecca Black. Miley Cyrus.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDIVJ22r52yJ65rzhH0pQwPn3e3D0TXw2NM8FGZ2aq0Sf9zS9ahc355Mhx9uBzYvOR9Qq7lx-sQXqGOb8rnbMzh7OmBPJ8IYIleL7Dv-S0NYznpKzAwMFouqcH13sLBt2IM4CoiohdfxJs/s1600-h/image0257.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image025&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;380&quot; alt=&quot;image025&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAxBYNdmQj2LnQ2YGUuTu0czcSPegK456Kvx_grz_XM7jizXVbuKdSqG_16FOuw_lDhIIZWTyVn4p9mb4K-1J8iogu_a0ptHck3t49em09goI9rPjwvEmL5ul9Gj0gLsUjmswNmxaBD0Sz/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;512&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;24. Rajiv Gandhi has been dead for 20 years.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJwEZ3CuEFoxwvWoV-Wc26_uE1nb4knv1GjSpjetLJHOgxQ5PUIrdXkVxJQlJ1aPzIZV8upn3Np-Bearo0JrpxNRNLL7xZ07D-Nyi5DogaQO6K4A1JxHzG5ziqAIjNJdx8PLrM_lazgpi/s1600-h/image0265.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image026&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;394&quot; alt=&quot;image026&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD9djzjrGBIcSHsrLl6fxHQwCj0FU6RlJsRNBtfzt3XxWajhHs9BO9Zm_mQijvAD3ArlhPkUTQwpJw6IGJ_nLJ0lWsinldct6JFqTioY8cuEF0sDEZyfkLzcwgpLtrSL9-0nuA-CmMXkZH/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;515&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;25. Bryan Adams’ cult song “Summer of 69″ was released 26 years ago.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg08WWRPA8ksyNF6MzB3LEMLo0-bWQNy9BP8it9bBbFw1jJSGmy4YGQjpZSXakVw6idfXnHcd7TWCSsh79ojHJftH-LhwAmytksDhuTr8AKXxuXJZ_JXvEGNybYL82cepLJ2RSmq8HJSrAN/s1600-h/image0275.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image027&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;307&quot; alt=&quot;image027&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLcobFn_b8sqfeahlelg-TuNHoZfFSHrUz-VfZJjNre4hK2drAMRf2B-lq_EZwVtEGPqbaCRhUQh_IcBks7mpFwR1KxM2p43j_U2mJNwLKr2SLTznD03Ur4tzcfiDQufV-SMFIXNnSkLwS/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;517&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;26. 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Facebook has been around for 7 years. Orkut for 9.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjHKvRzYM8h7zANefRhKNgny0Djtt_Bn66YiFItz2n0wfqIuM5lgKy7poiqzU2R1DrMbhGNmcmS983xI0TK34pWqRg12KFw8UnpcPqsNpkZHacH06B7eqkiVHucHkdXhyphenhypheneNLza5KFcPvIT/s1600-h/image0295.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image029&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;238&quot; alt=&quot;image029&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHfNq0VAoaAoSb0NfKDvmb2vqkmj9T-nRbqd385qjGwIPssgU83KGV0BXp-rM4lhcDwUT5cOgtOHSEsa52z9wp3Hj_ITdhWltcWvLPd_Id-jP38YLrxepKLip_F96dg8KCv9CyiDx2X0c3/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;505&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fraandshipping since 2002&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;28. Remember the little girl from Kuch Kuch Hota Hai? She is 23 now.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuVLLz3f7IaRLi8fm0PvYE9bcWb3pJxNNLdMdnEEuezhtmrBlKoZQRW8OBGX4uVivtR5AUEtW0MnIqfgCcmcVmlo1r4IwigvPjaQL-Q1PI_goPstcCEb6lqcutsNT0UeUkO5XWv_MWPYaV/s1600-h/image0304.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image030&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;449&quot; alt=&quot;image030&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2DB7yTibkQLgJ8GB8LrH9uTnVcIyDrOsU_DrK_z4KTDAr0Fnh7GVagu0X0qsOzO9YXXigk_D8D_5zbCNYmRx6_8lbYm3sgWshyphenhyphenCNft7R93q5MQmfXCzntAIat6HA3OmtHSv6Apd5tV0di/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;29. The Maruti Zen was first introduced 18 years ago.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_p-gRxQXGacFemJGbYrpEog5YbRqr9ow-dTIrRaMUnCj7m0XZvhPoW3kzogm4hw17A5x9DYQGJUk-YDFd7XrmCTWEi_NAmyPfy_5BkZoKo9X3PkC8WpYi5Trd28IH8eDgL0qL0ihnoqT/s1600-h/image031%25255B5%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image031&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;237&quot; alt=&quot;image031&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGBRJ4r9n29OowDVJSS31wnDBXG4F3UYbz9Cp2KvLXOXbAE50BrnE4ZKKZYaqbBcTvyKuxBxJQ8muxQ2SFGwPqSVimrnFUYH8tTxNpOaC0phkoZ1zW9G-iHryf4277nRdzIMEuWrDQ9xas/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;409&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;30. And of course, the Rasna Girl. She is all grown up as well!&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://vadakkus.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/ankitha-photos-1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image032&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;197&quot; alt=&quot;image032&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8WkxDUyrV0t-V_EkzSYw9S6-f1GAhwjP5hoa5A7igB5nfMCQn2WcefdHD6fuFjCpD7WzvuzCdYm1eDq28e27vKu5JaLEkqVDKPiLd5fAWcyZ-6r4-Uj0sCL1k97XCNpnkkJjdvVaDijVu/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMzAxH6Wd5zNgBvb78nkt70X78Rf42LWmdz2HkOPb-dCm-6YGGWbWVM2kBNzVYmULsp7BX1kqd4TaVd_A-Nh9gAsbaEkVI5IjDkI8A7BUmT4vA0MlUXoGYzE7QJ08-8ohqwTWIfsFRU9Mv/s1600-h/image0333.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;image033&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; 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    &lt;br /&gt;Ever since you entered my life       &lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that I found the missing piece of my life      &lt;br /&gt;When you and I are together, we are in a world of our own      &lt;br /&gt;You are everything I love and hold near and dear      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvIq_Qv4NdoDIbogkBpJTD0NMHVRdy_zO7NDasAHVkvVrTxL6D50bkSZkAEohivUpqav9o9CfPnj9YatNIEy-0J6qQWVIyaRE-vjAi-Qj2gZuxre16IyVPURoGydJebxscJjOkxqzjtlGU/s1600-h/love%25255B5%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;love&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;358&quot; alt=&quot;love&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQzeNnrmF13ij9s3ay2dH6eNzRLto9YVSuzFlSTEYswWZvNUBADS3EcERAULLx_3qP7Et_aHc_Ge5gK9wfYJSTlkbB9ES0gHZjFKtxxAqskn-y4T7zQJZGE1bMU8TyJWsZjPAIgtDc5QoQ/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;232&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Ever since you entered my life       &lt;br /&gt;I realized that you are the best thing that has ever happened to me      &lt;br /&gt;And that I can never find the right words or gratitude to thank you&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;For my life is so richly blessed now with your love      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever since you entered my life      &lt;br /&gt;It made me realize that our love may not be a dreamy fairytale      &lt;br /&gt;But you are my real life princess      &lt;br /&gt;And I will do anything just to see you happy my love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/feeds/8453053998820245397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4283192773349310812/8453053998820245397?isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/8453053998820245397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/8453053998820245397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/2011/06/ever-since-you-entered-my-life.html' title='Ever since you entered my life …'/><author><name>Romeo Das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628681826570279755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCPUKFh4zO4X6ANUVlzaxZRKv7tSrvpkXTIzdFIU-seVYahFuTlG9ZX-hPtEWGOw8qbPv8oaBunezXn_7xVZXQZQrsc9hC6sAktvWP1fRpikO-Ugp1IvwSYF0HveaegU/s220/Image1664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQzeNnrmF13ij9s3ay2dH6eNzRLto9YVSuzFlSTEYswWZvNUBADS3EcERAULLx_3qP7Et_aHc_Ge5gK9wfYJSTlkbB9ES0gHZjFKtxxAqskn-y4T7zQJZGE1bMU8TyJWsZjPAIgtDc5QoQ/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283192773349310812.post-2478635559275439412</id><published>2011-06-03T00:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-03T00:37:35.933+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Passion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Togetherness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="You"/><title type='text'>You will always be a part of me, even though we are not meant to be…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For me darkness and gloom seemed to be a part of my life     &lt;br /&gt;Yet somehow I managed to see a sunbeam through the clouds      &lt;br /&gt;My eyes caught you, you were that one star that shined above      &lt;br /&gt;Glistening and sparkling as bright as it can be      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;When I quietly reflect in my mind, it is you whom I see      &lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you, warms my heart and my soul      &lt;br /&gt;I cherish all our special moments, no matter how small      &lt;br /&gt;Even though we are worlds apart, we are bonded together at the heart      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjefibmZhP-XC4cFz66btZ3rz9RAGJJ-mazncoAngV3nfFblhlRVmXypueNQJUFIxP3JHmP_L8mjQe3NhYJRV5W_GH2Fu_RTqhpXfn0WOiW_3Cm23joG8xQg6Vgt4QowV8HRF7fZQzkxyEt/s1600-h/love_by_prettyfreaky_jeannie%25255B4%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;love_by_prettyfreaky_jeannie&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;270&quot; alt=&quot;love_by_prettyfreaky_jeannie&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkg49fv2StX5GTddlFTXjaXyJtCkHixj_YV1XvPj13J6K9lunA5VP3jLd7WTFQvMTPl_0Dh082IksXhMik6EHPfgK1SkcH-vKRBXoGu4mcgN0qxGdwHeUa55W8NvIt_d_pyqge9DWOoa4n/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;399&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Your love brings me such calm and peace      &lt;br /&gt;I feel your spirit touch mine, even if it is only for a moment      &lt;br /&gt;I taste your lips on mine, way before they ever touched      &lt;br /&gt;My deep desire and passion burns deeply inside for you      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;What I feel for you inside, mere words could never express      &lt;br /&gt;Each day with you is a most treasured gift      &lt;br /&gt;By breathing new life into me, your love resuscitated my once needing soul      &lt;br /&gt;You will always be the best and the most treasured part of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;__________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/feeds/2478635559275439412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4283192773349310812/2478635559275439412?isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/2478635559275439412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/2478635559275439412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-will-always-be-part-of-me-even.html' title='You will always be a part of me, even though we are not meant to be…'/><author><name>Romeo Das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628681826570279755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCPUKFh4zO4X6ANUVlzaxZRKv7tSrvpkXTIzdFIU-seVYahFuTlG9ZX-hPtEWGOw8qbPv8oaBunezXn_7xVZXQZQrsc9hC6sAktvWP1fRpikO-Ugp1IvwSYF0HveaegU/s220/Image1664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkg49fv2StX5GTddlFTXjaXyJtCkHixj_YV1XvPj13J6K9lunA5VP3jLd7WTFQvMTPl_0Dh082IksXhMik6EHPfgK1SkcH-vKRBXoGu4mcgN0qxGdwHeUa55W8NvIt_d_pyqge9DWOoa4n/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283192773349310812.post-5353243802116683425</id><published>2011-05-31T15:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-31T22:12:29.302+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Passion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="You"/><title type='text'>You are the one I ever longed for…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have finally found the one my heart loves      &lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say that I am yours and yours alone,       &lt;br /&gt;From the very first day I knew it was you       &lt;br /&gt;that I would love until my very last breath.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmyr3tHZysAfksCt8O9yuQTM96oKz3faBddC9I0HI0ieN0-BBZEPzQ8FmMbrZbk-cZCIJHXg4ROls3kW0WaM3qN6rnPnwdlaYRiXX8uP9KAMVKJG2jgRkDTI50l10WhYYxC-c8ujQC5sCp/s1600-h/Love%25255B5%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;Love&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;312&quot; alt=&quot;Love&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLERW_2bT07B5FRDCLZqUxwxAwpvfNZ0BYfiFOjNgts44-upEM0KoztcM05kELZkbxXKye_uKJNRDUDGHkAvUqbS3Ci4UTWbXNpZuWQp7MiOtzNr_0UHbjIA-p6Wfh_ZWpFab2QW9e52Nr/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;265&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I wouldn’t do to make you happy       &lt;br /&gt;For my love for you has no boundaries       &lt;br /&gt;With me by your side, I promise you would never feel alone       &lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are connected no matter how far we are.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I have been searching high and low, to find the words to describe       &lt;br /&gt;The feeling I have for you that’s yet untold       &lt;br /&gt;Even if God took away my voice and my ability to talk       &lt;br /&gt;You could look deeply into my eyes, all you’ll ever need to know is always there.&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________________     &lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/feeds/5353243802116683425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4283192773349310812/5353243802116683425?isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/5353243802116683425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/5353243802116683425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-are-one-i-ever-longed-for.html' title='You are the one I ever longed for…'/><author><name>Romeo Das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628681826570279755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCPUKFh4zO4X6ANUVlzaxZRKv7tSrvpkXTIzdFIU-seVYahFuTlG9ZX-hPtEWGOw8qbPv8oaBunezXn_7xVZXQZQrsc9hC6sAktvWP1fRpikO-Ugp1IvwSYF0HveaegU/s220/Image1664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLERW_2bT07B5FRDCLZqUxwxAwpvfNZ0BYfiFOjNgts44-upEM0KoztcM05kELZkbxXKye_uKJNRDUDGHkAvUqbS3Ci4UTWbXNpZuWQp7MiOtzNr_0UHbjIA-p6Wfh_ZWpFab2QW9e52Nr/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283192773349310812.post-6741327811963151075</id><published>2011-05-15T14:28:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-28T01:55:23.800+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Informative"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lives"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Safety"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Water"/><title type='text'>Say no to chlorine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;One of the most vital commodity of life is healthy drinking water . It is needed to keep us healthy and replenish our bodies daily and in a sufficient quantity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In order to get healthy drinking water we have to take the help of water purifiers.   &lt;br /&gt;
The use of &lt;b&gt;Chlorine&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; as a water purifier was believed to be safe until recently is has been found out that usage of chlorine as a water purifier has a lot of adverse effects too. Many of my readers might think that this is just a myth and has nothing to do with causing harmful effects. But after reading the entire write-up I am sure you will be able to understand what’s best for you. After all you have the right to know if the product that you are using is safe or not.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;drinking-waters&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;227&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gR5wf6dLSjK2S4XuMTmqMde-NrjPdRDft_JHxpVoexo4x94Q8b8tOTA_4122MzLDXlWG9eMOHM9tKRxrb5y00v02EJOe14sTJcXR2_Ich6GN7nT37QG6ffuPlkxpXtxepAiucrB5tsAK/?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; title=&quot;drinking-waters&quot; width=&quot;332&quot; /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Well to start with I would not overlook the benefits of using chlorine as a water purifier - It is indeed a very good disinfectant. Harmful virus, bacteria and other micro-organisms which causes diseases like typhoid, cholera and others may be got rid of by the usage of chlorine as a water purifier. This is perhaps the only benefit of chlorinated drinking water. Now let me talk about some of its adverse effects.    &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1st: &lt;/b&gt;Tap water contains a lot of germs other than just bacteria and viruses, such as toxic substances, synthetic chemicals etc. Chlorine &lt;b&gt;do not purify &lt;/b&gt;tap water from these harmful substances and thus tap water is still harmful even after usage of chlorine as a purifier.   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
2nd: &lt;/b&gt;When chlorine is used as a water purifier, the purified water that we get &lt;b&gt;smells and tastes awful.     &lt;br /&gt;
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3rd: &lt;/b&gt;Now what I am going to share is the most shocking aspect of using chlorine as a water purifier. When chlorine is added to water it produces certain byproducts which are very harmful to health. These byproducts may contain carcinogenic which could &lt;b&gt;cause cancer&lt;/b&gt; in the long term. To sum up, chlorinated water is &lt;b&gt;NOT AT ALL SAFE &lt;/b&gt;for consumption.    &lt;br /&gt;
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I wish this post is informative enough to let you know what is best for you regarding healthy drinking water.&lt;br /&gt;
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     &lt;br /&gt;Your future happiness is not out of reach       &lt;br /&gt;You have to go after your dreams and your life goals       &lt;br /&gt;They aren&#39;t just going to fall into your lap &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiWjhZ23n1H5J2UCdmudvNI7fgcG7WyeKJ1-v1Da1Qkq0jWg629Ak-iC7jR2mvfeKZHQvgsgFsGmTEBldnZVJqL1G-2qLQp4O__kARfZCCjV1zT4_dxCVdTF1oXf4MYOSw0yz-0kumHxC3/s1600-h/cycling%5B6%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;cycling&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;287&quot; alt=&quot;cycling&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnecDg7Np6zWOpfu9eki_O9RXbXumeeJQifPExPvao0_UrER46sJlRYpVWStOAq8mM2XLUe145ZT8XJa4OLvnZrh5RWdEOTfXkEgWzHbZjScPq2lk0e6LKD5vlpaSfvn72TmqqRtCP_HBo/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;218&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;     &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;Grab the reins and hold on tight          &lt;br /&gt;It’s going to be a bumpy ride, but you will make it           &lt;br /&gt;You’ll need all your willpower and inner strength           &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;Live life to the fullest, not only for just the moment&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;Don’t leave anything unsaid or undone           &lt;br /&gt;Make sure everyone you care about knows you love them           &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;Remember: You only have one life to live, make it count!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/a&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/feeds/1370333785794216418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4283192773349310812/1370333785794216418?isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/1370333785794216418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/1370333785794216418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-life-to-live-make-it-count.html' title='One life to live, make it count!!!'/><author><name>Romeo Das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628681826570279755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCPUKFh4zO4X6ANUVlzaxZRKv7tSrvpkXTIzdFIU-seVYahFuTlG9ZX-hPtEWGOw8qbPv8oaBunezXn_7xVZXQZQrsc9hC6sAktvWP1fRpikO-Ugp1IvwSYF0HveaegU/s220/Image1664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnecDg7Np6zWOpfu9eki_O9RXbXumeeJQifPExPvao0_UrER46sJlRYpVWStOAq8mM2XLUe145ZT8XJa4OLvnZrh5RWdEOTfXkEgWzHbZjScPq2lk0e6LKD5vlpaSfvn72TmqqRtCP_HBo/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283192773349310812.post-8437011298885019156</id><published>2011-04-29T22:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:47:17.257+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Break-up"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Letter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="You"/><title type='text'>Wish you were the same…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Brush Script MT&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Dear love,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Brush Script MT&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Its too late now to wonder why, you should have got a clue, when the pain I was going through was staring you right in the face.You obviously could not see the tears behind my painted smile.You chose to be in your own little world and think everything was bed of roses. It was rosy but it was full of thorns. I constantly got scratched and nicked everywhere I turned.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmder3nOxy76ZimZPLKPbJWm9oH_Bp5y8PaDn5qiwQosA2RVOJIxg9qtYvVYX8Po5vWQQpXxv2T5SU_AVuv_tjZel22dbdi5f4TPK5emDCG8gm5bANzepXtrpqzVlSRtop6K8zneqnUWaI/s1600-h/Left%5B5%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;Left&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;279&quot; alt=&quot;Left&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE0HBWyQT-fqaLRtMDXauy1xCuVkx7DVV5yV5PiuruQoymyvT5Hk0ThYGXQLcoMIgn0SpdYWDhcCr16vYJuHAfMUlM8hyo_955XM6xdchNpxPQcmL51vU7gTaAm_7IyWt3rQeaEdcGPT7h/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;190&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;font face=&quot;Brush Script MT&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Day after day your screaming and yelling became a part of the norm. Your words made me feel like I was a piece of wood being chopped by an axe. You came close to unknowingly destroy me but I wasn&#39;t going down like that. Every day I woke up with the hope to see you love me back as you did. And everyday with my attempt to achieve that love and closeness from you I kept loosing you more and more. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Brush Script MT&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; You should have given me the love and respect that I always craved for, and treated me like before. But time has passed to dwell on all these things you could have done … &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Brush Script MT&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; perhaps then I would have never left!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/feeds/8437011298885019156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4283192773349310812/8437011298885019156?isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/8437011298885019156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/8437011298885019156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/2011/04/wish-you-were-same.html' title='Wish you were the same…'/><author><name>Romeo Das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628681826570279755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCPUKFh4zO4X6ANUVlzaxZRKv7tSrvpkXTIzdFIU-seVYahFuTlG9ZX-hPtEWGOw8qbPv8oaBunezXn_7xVZXQZQrsc9hC6sAktvWP1fRpikO-Ugp1IvwSYF0HveaegU/s220/Image1664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE0HBWyQT-fqaLRtMDXauy1xCuVkx7DVV5yV5PiuruQoymyvT5Hk0ThYGXQLcoMIgn0SpdYWDhcCr16vYJuHAfMUlM8hyo_955XM6xdchNpxPQcmL51vU7gTaAm_7IyWt3rQeaEdcGPT7h/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283192773349310812.post-5840674210225468590</id><published>2011-03-31T22:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:38:13.737+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SACHIN TENDULKAR’S LIFE STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;-a living legend&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoaRu4zEoiHwjtYNM8ayJz7GDyN0KezolHWPhXzmcMGmynpAu0g0jBPiwXAyEzYzTzaXxkJXodNKyo36jbJbiGFXr6H2y4opI3qRcgOjtS-49HW4nIStTVewe-cZVfzI0YTv1yyMyAuHQ/s1600-h/sachin+20.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoaRu4zEoiHwjtYNM8ayJz7GDyN0KezolHWPhXzmcMGmynpAu0g0jBPiwXAyEzYzTzaXxkJXodNKyo36jbJbiGFXr6H2y4opI3qRcgOjtS-49HW4nIStTVewe-cZVfzI0YTv1yyMyAuHQ/s320/sachin+20.jpg&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar born April 24, 1973 in Mumbai, Maharashtra, India, is an Indian cricketer widely regarded as one of the greatest batsmen in the history of cricket. In 2002, Wisden ranked him the second greatest Test batsman of all time next only to Sir Donald Bradman, and the second greatest one-day international (ODI) batsman of all time next only to Sir Viv Richards. The list was later revised to make him the greatest one-day international (ODI) batsman of all time. In September 2007, Shane Warne, the world-record breaking Australian leg spinner, rated Sachin Tendulkar as the greatest player he has played with or against. Sachin Tendulkar was the only player of the current generation to be included in Bradman&#39;s Eleven, the dream team of Sir Donald Bradman, published in his biography. He is sometimes referred to as the Little Master or the Master Blaster.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg54hdLuPXZqxYVmab-RIYF3gjvOMe_i6isTDfQtuHIuyLZc8kF9fhzYeCc277zK3VKyNPTucuMcmaNLr92kUTh-X5EICNs3m5Jkx17wcQvMFaLgrmxTxQDT_5t5909ekGFXtBIeI7WhCY/s1600-h/tendulkarchildhoodyoung.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg54hdLuPXZqxYVmab-RIYF3gjvOMe_i6isTDfQtuHIuyLZc8kF9fhzYeCc277zK3VKyNPTucuMcmaNLr92kUTh-X5EICNs3m5Jkx17wcQvMFaLgrmxTxQDT_5t5909ekGFXtBIeI7WhCY/s320/tendulkarchildhoodyoung.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sachin Tendulkar - the master blaster in IPL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu8sKKH68J3HnObdTFsIF9waDeQDJrSuJqxbXuT3Lf2v3w90jOzAdiqmg2ptpnLD-A0OrcUZmn6kFgExYozlmVIM1YhbnWedLhCAi8vFqM7NOSjEderrJodauDVgUsJLX8cXNuoj66aBw/s1600-h/sachin+in+ipl.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu8sKKH68J3HnObdTFsIF9waDeQDJrSuJqxbXuT3Lf2v3w90jOzAdiqmg2ptpnLD-A0OrcUZmn6kFgExYozlmVIM1YhbnWedLhCAi8vFqM7NOSjEderrJodauDVgUsJLX8cXNuoj66aBw/s320/sachin+in+ipl.jpg&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sachin Tendulkar was made the icon player and captain for his home side, the Mumbai Indians in the inaugural Indian Premier League Twenty20 competition in 2008. As an icon player, he was signed for a sum of US$1,121,250, 15% more than the second-highest paid player in the team, Sanath Jayasuriya. But despite Sachin heroic his team Mumbai Indians not qualified for the semis of the IPL tournament.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sachin’s personal life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPoOd7niyWNLueEFHWYDYzO2WnSxq3tIh_M6AbCiTjAtnW_6Treu2Us2cAHqcqJRoH1gde2Z_mp_Kq5XaoBzUUY-rNZWjjPeq5ob4nFqJP9XTkGIn5HJKYhjn3pdTYd5wMeePkE3xSpaQ/s1600-h/sachin+wth+family.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPoOd7niyWNLueEFHWYDYzO2WnSxq3tIh_M6AbCiTjAtnW_6Treu2Us2cAHqcqJRoH1gde2Z_mp_Kq5XaoBzUUY-rNZWjjPeq5ob4nFqJP9XTkGIn5HJKYhjn3pdTYd5wMeePkE3xSpaQ/s320/sachin+wth+family.jpg&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sachin was born in Bombay. His father, Ramesh Tendulkar, a Marathi novelist, named Tendulkar after his favourite music director, Sachin Dev Burman. Tendulkar&#39;s elder brother Ajit encouraged him to play cricket. Tendulkar has two other siblings: a brother Nitin, and sister Savitai. In 1995, Sachin Tendulkar married Anjali (born November 10, 1967), a paediatrician and daughter of Gujarati industrialist Anand Mehta. They have two children, Sara (born October 12, 1997), and Arjun (born September 24, 1999).     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sachin Tendulkar - the little master &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0RuYX0TmfUELapmUMCZaPxO50DEyeXh0J-T7KR-KR_dAYgFdUkvkjjcE6qTtTIQXx2qrougpjoBLMY4yaq9Ny0Jvml257sAtvEgRtvF8giWUb4wJvdZd2t_4tNYQ7CTWkdwiffDxH1w/s1600-h/sachintendulkar2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0RuYX0TmfUELapmUMCZaPxO50DEyeXh0J-T7KR-KR_dAYgFdUkvkjjcE6qTtTIQXx2qrougpjoBLMY4yaq9Ny0Jvml257sAtvEgRtvF8giWUb4wJvdZd2t_4tNYQ7CTWkdwiffDxH1w/s320/sachintendulkar2.jpg&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sachin Tendulkar is an Indian cricketer, widely considered to be one of the greatest batsmen of all time. He currently holds the records for the most cumulative runs in One-Day Internationals, and the most number of centuries scored in both One-day Internationals and Test cricket. He made his international debut against Pakistan in 1989 at the age of sixteen, becoming India&#39;s youngest Test player. Although primarily a top-order batsman, Tendulkar has often proved to be a useful and effective slow bowler. He received India&#39;s highest sporting honour, the Rajiv Gandhi Khel Ratna in the year 1997-1998 and the civilian award Padma Shri in 1999. His cricketing and batting abilities are widely regarded as genius by many stalwarts of the game. For instance, Sir Donald Bradman, the Australian great said of Sachin, &amp;quot;He reminds me of myself&amp;quot;. He is affectionately known as The Little Master by his adoring fans.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sachin first to score 12,000 run &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZSIM5jO_MXPO3jsEFNLY0M6kRW1ezLAvdumlf8HU-o6OwjrQmMC-mf5IYsesTVpS_LrbXnKOMtz3e2yuWp1lBCTp3y9gcDT21jGtgoCvumMVxWZBILLVQn7QsO_-E5-LajBZVYhHJqs8/s1600-h/sachin+12000+2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZSIM5jO_MXPO3jsEFNLY0M6kRW1ezLAvdumlf8HU-o6OwjrQmMC-mf5IYsesTVpS_LrbXnKOMtz3e2yuWp1lBCTp3y9gcDT21jGtgoCvumMVxWZBILLVQn7QsO_-E5-LajBZVYhHJqs8/s320/sachin+12000+2.jpg&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sachin is the highest run scorer in both Test matches and ODIs, and also the batsman with the most centuries in either form of the game. Master Blaster Sachin Tendulkar has become the world record Test runs scorer, surpassing Brian Lara&#39;s previous best mark of 11,953. Tendulkar, 35, needed 15 runs to overtake West Indies legend Lara in the standings on the first day of the second Test against Australia in Mohali. And despite being forced to go to tea on 13 not out, the &#39;Little Master&#39; came out after the interval to hit Australian debutant Peter Siddle&#39;s first ball of the session for three runs to spark wild celebrations in the ground.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;On October 17, 2008, when Sachin surpassed Brian Lara&#39;s record for the most runs&lt;img style=&quot;display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVuH75oGaohAuQVLBNnvbJksKakghzvOacynQAf3XOtQdYV7ASei5y0_DqRSHwMSmKfACCHkJOrcoqiiOuqwaTkZg1opfA-4qFyxDTntTYPvYPtQRVHxhvUSN6SokgItGo7jMPToV2TiA/s320/sachin+12000.jpg&quot; align=&quot;right&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt; scored in Test Cricket, he also became the first batsman to score 12,000 runs in that form of the game, having also been the third batsman and first Indian to pass 11,000 runs in Test cricket. He was also the first player to score 10,000 runs in one-day internationals, and also the first player to cross every subsequent 1000-run mark that has been crossed in ODI cricket history. In the fourth Test of the Border-Gavaskar Trophy against Australia, Sachin surpassed Australia&#39;s Allan Border to become the player to cross the 50-run mark the most number of times in Test cricket history, and also the second ever player to score 10 Test centuries against Australia, after only Sir Jack Hobbs of England more than 70 years back. Sachin has been honored with the Padma Vibhushan award, India&#39;s second highest civilian award, and the Rajiv Gandhi Khel Ratna award, India&#39;s highest sporting honor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sachin’s early years of cricket&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2DGjYtmG4A8gbfDKSdWxgThmPFI8WeYRG7UIMYkFB_ePTSP44tmtEZT0EmblC7fTiSaArb-gBT3BRXMZo1Wa8T20U8-aQ6J5EBJAt8zdyg8IUp3UV-JAFP9qHBCxUY-y2QOjMMks5Iqs/s1600-h/Achrekar+photos.jpeg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2DGjYtmG4A8gbfDKSdWxgThmPFI8WeYRG7UIMYkFB_ePTSP44tmtEZT0EmblC7fTiSaArb-gBT3BRXMZo1Wa8T20U8-aQ6J5EBJAt8zdyg8IUp3UV-JAFP9qHBCxUY-y2QOjMMks5Iqs/s320/Achrekar+photos.jpeg&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sachin attended Sharadashram Vidyamandir (High School), where he began his cricketing career under the guidance of his coach and mentor, Ramakant Achrekar. During his school days he attended the MRF Pace Foundation to train as a fast bowler, but Australian fast bowler Dennis Lillee, who took a world record 355 Test wickets, was unimpressed, suggesting that Tendulkar focus on his batting instead.     &lt;br /&gt;When he was young, Sachin would practice for hours on end in the nets. If he became exhausted, Achrekar would put a one-Rupee-coin on the top of the stumps, and the bowler who dismissed Tendulkar would get the coin. If Tendulkar passed the whole session without getting dismissed, the coach would give him the coin. Tendulkar now considers the 13 coins he won then as some of his most prized possessions.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-7i-XQ2Csm7MH3Gzg7i7ZDYv3G52RmdkHLMgXs8aFF_NYSXUhANYNprhX57YKf_Ins8qGiiwZNu6Rwj9Q7U8RpHU7U7oK0jNAp9ioSBbScZt0xOkpm2yQ4hZu_LHo0GNeAunuy-1h4uY/s320/sachin+young.jpeg&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;While at school, he developed a reputation as a child prodigy. He had become a common conversation point in Mumbai circles, where there were suggestions already that he would become one of the greats. His season in 1988 was extraordinary, with Tendulkar scoring a century in every innings he played. He was involved in an unbroken 664-run partnership in a Lord Harris Shield inter-school game in 1988 with friend and team mate Vinod Kambli, who would also go on to represent India. The destructive pair reduced one bowler to tears and made the rest of the opposition unwilling to continue the game. Tendulkar scored 326* in this innings and scored over a thousand runs in the tournament. This was a record partnership in any form of cricket until 2006, when it was broken by two under-13 batsmen in a match held at Hyderabad in India.     &lt;br /&gt;When he was 14, Indian batting legend Sunil Gavaskar gave him a pair of his own ultra light pads. &amp;quot;It was the greatest source of encouragement for me,&amp;quot; he said nearly 20 years later after surpassing Gavaskar&#39;s top world record of 34 Test centuries. This was in the same year as his first-class debut. Tendulkar never played for any Under-19 teams, crossing straight into the seniors.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sachin’s Domestic career&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;On December 11, 1988, aged just 15 years and 232 days, Sachin scored 100 not-out in his debut first-class match for Mumbai against Gujarat, making him the youngest cricketer to score a century on his first-class debut. His first double century was for Mumbai while playing against the visiting Australian team at the Brabourne Stadium in 1998.     &lt;br /&gt;Sachin is the only player to score a century in all three of his Ranji Trophy, Duleep Trophy and Irani Trophy debuts.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sachin’s early International career      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrFRLJVWvdR5AqQZR7kt8CU0qHK8S4FKH0vh9FWzAbRbb2GqQcnWCYUUfWiQwwxLztb4KspZnwymZWGiLTYiPQHIgpbBZZ1u8rl98IrGvH_lfOIcXToJIpIwbAIHDd4f71wFsaHUrdI1g/s320/sachin_kapildev_azhar.jpg&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;Sachin played his first Test match against Pakistan in Karachi in 1989 under the leadership of Kris Srikkanth. According to Cricinfo&#39;s Andrew Miller and Martin Williamson, India took an unconventional approach to combating the Pakistani pace attack by calling up a &amp;quot;baby-faced 16-year-old with one season of first-class cricket to his name&amp;quot;. He made just 15 runs, being bowled by Waqar Younis, who also made his debut in that match, but was impressive in how he handled numerous blows to his body at the hands of the Pakistani pace attack. Tendulkar followed it up with his maiden Test fifty a few days later at Faisalabad. His One Day International (ODI) debut on December 18 was disappointing. He was dismissed without scoring a run, again by Waqar Younis. The series was followed by a tour of New Zealand in which he fell for 88 in the Second Test. His maiden Test century came in the next tour, to England in August 1990 at Old Trafford. Tendulkar further enhanced his development into a world-class batsman during the 1991–1992 tour of Australia that included an unbeaten 148 in Sydney (the first of many battles against Shane Warne who made his debut in the match) and a century on the fast and bouncy track at Perth. Merv Hughes famously commented to Allan Border at the time that &amp;quot;This little prick&#39;s going to get more runs than you, AB.&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rise of Sachin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCK9qpaDx6XqEeth3DUkmTLlbgdF6BWlMColahfugoGWqTfMFI86PnfhyphenhypheneEeL3NN_J0CJuQmaFUvVQmOrruedfbXT1sHXxSJBVWSzSDTymUSRtHM1mHLc7yKsw94Fk8ZgNYNrYTRFNL4I/s1600-h/sachin+11.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCK9qpaDx6XqEeth3DUkmTLlbgdF6BWlMColahfugoGWqTfMFI86PnfhyphenhypheneEeL3NN_J0CJuQmaFUvVQmOrruedfbXT1sHXxSJBVWSzSDTymUSRtHM1mHLc7yKsw94Fk8ZgNYNrYTRFNL4I/s320/sachin+11.jpg&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sachin&#39;s performance through the years 1994–1999 coincided with his physical peak, in his early twenties. On the day of the Hindu festival Holi, Tendulkar was told to open the batting at Auckland against New Zealand in 1994. He went on to make 82 runs off 49 balls. He scored his first ODI century on September 9, 1994 against Australia in Sri Lanka at Colombo. It had taken him 79 ODIs to score a century.     &lt;br /&gt;Tendulkar&#39;s rise continued when he was the leading run scorer at the 1996 Cricket World Cup, topping the batting averages whilst scoring two centuries. He was the only Indian batsman to perform in the infamous semi-final of that World Cup.     &lt;br /&gt;This was the beginning of a period at the top of the batting world, culminating in the Australian tour of India in early 1998, with Tendulkar scoring three consecutive centuries. These were characterized by a premeditated plan to target Australian spinners Shane Warne and Gavin Robertson, to whom he regularly charged down the pitch to drive over the infield. This technique worked as India beat Australia. The test match success was followed by two scintillating knocks in Sharjah where he scored two consecutive centuries in a must-win game and then in finals against Australia tormenting Shane Warne once again. Following the series Warne ruefully joked that he was having nightmares about his Indian nemesis. He also had a role with the ball in that series, including a 5 wicket haul in an ODI. Set 310 runs to win, Australia were cruising comfortably at 3 for 203 in the 31st over when Tendulkar turned the match for India taking wickets of Michael Bevan, Steve Waugh, Darren Lehmann, Tom Moody and Damien Martyn for just 32 runs in 10 overs.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Tendulkar single-handedly won the ICC 1998 quarterfinal at Dhaka to pave way for&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJsV08uQwcAtIg7zAjuHaf88RxT8ZfyjMRop-0alFe-mmWsWVtGLFQtuNb7KcwYejcAw9wOHJ-jlWz2PAPP-i1XP06SS_eYevD2n3VE_m73sKo4UCV0nZLYBicCeFYvLqgfwmoM8OAdSA/s1600-h/sachin-1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJsV08uQwcAtIg7zAjuHaf88RxT8ZfyjMRop-0alFe-mmWsWVtGLFQtuNb7KcwYejcAw9wOHJ-jlWz2PAPP-i1XP06SS_eYevD2n3VE_m73sKo4UCV0nZLYBicCeFYvLqgfwmoM8OAdSA/s320/sachin-1.jpg&quot; align=&quot;right&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; India&#39;s entry into the semifinals, when he took 4 Australian wickets after scoring 141 runs in just 128 balls.     &lt;br /&gt;The worst was yet to come as Professor Ramesh Tendulkar, Tendulkar&#39;s father, died in the middle of the 1999 Cricket World Cup. Tendulkar flew back to India to attend the final rituals of his father, missing the match against Zimbabwe. However, he returned with a bang to the World cup scoring a century (unbeaten 140 off 101 balls) in his very next match against Kenya in Bristol. He dedicated this century to his father.     &lt;br /&gt;Tendulkar continued his good form in Test cricket in 2001 and 2002, with some pivotal performances with both bat and ball. Tendulkar took three wickets on the final day of the famous Kolkata Test against Australia in 2001. Tendulkar took the key wickets of Matthew Hayden and Adam Gilchrist, centurions in the previous test.     &lt;br /&gt;Tendulkar made 673 runs in 11 matches in the 2003 Cricket World Cup, helping India reach the final. While Australia retained the trophy that they had won in 1999, Tendulkar was given the Man of the Tournament award. The drawn series as India toured Australia in 2003/04 saw Tendulkar making his mark in the last Test of the series, with 241* in Sydney, putting India in a virtually unbeatable position. He followed up the innings with an unbeaten 50 in the second innings of the test and then an unbeaten 194 against Pakistan at Multan in the following series. The 194 was controversial in that he was stranded prior to reaching his double century as a result of a declaration by Rahul Dravid. In meeting with the press that evening, Tendulkar responded to a question on missing 200 against Pakistan by stating that he was disappointed and that the declaration had taken him by surprise.     &lt;br /&gt;On December 10, 2005 at Feroz Shah Kotla, Tendulkar scored his record-breaking 35th Test century, against the Sri Lankans. On February 6, 2006, he scored his 39th ODI hundred, in a match against Pakistan. He followed with a run-a-ball 42 in the second one-day international against Pakistan on February 11, 2006, and then a 95 in hostile, seaming conditions on February 13, 2006 in Lahore, which set up an Indian victory.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sachin as Captain&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXh1tjBqyJuDRVmFWxphf35l3bpKe1FpGDItcgQONg3cBeisz2fUSFbdtOaLW9UQdtebh4q3dlLQ7oSAlGL1uEkqbGeBfp9VllkM6v24d0nLkDQKpbDO1CbskZw_AyUjXNsjt5Ig91ssw/s1600-h/sachin+as+captain+2.jpeg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXh1tjBqyJuDRVmFWxphf35l3bpKe1FpGDItcgQONg3cBeisz2fUSFbdtOaLW9UQdtebh4q3dlLQ7oSAlGL1uEkqbGeBfp9VllkM6v24d0nLkDQKpbDO1CbskZw_AyUjXNsjt5Ig91ssw/s320/sachin+as+captain+2.jpeg&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tendulkar&#39;s two tenures as captain of the Indian cricket team were not very successful. When Tendulkar took over as Captain in 1996, it was with huge hopes and expectations. However, by 1997 the team was performing poorly. Azharuddin was credited with saying &amp;quot;Nahin jeetega! Chote ki naseeb main jeet nahin hai!&amp;quot;, which translates into: &amp;quot;He won&#39;t win! It&#39;s not in the small one&#39;s destiny&amp;quot;.     &lt;br /&gt;Tendulkar, succeeding Azharuddin as captain for his second term, then led India on a tour of Australia, where the visitors were comprehensively beaten 3-0 by the newly-crowned world champions. After another Test series defeat, this time by a 0-2 margin at home against South Africa, Tendulkar resigned, and Sourav Ganguly took over as captain in 2000.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sachin’s Injuries      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUn4ezzi16Vx9YVl4oCxyYT3HIPU167LhF2Hwklg2XZQBDCsgcRqWZtnq5GcVbfRSb0sYFaU1rbMqx9Y8u60KLc4bwSpRY15xYKbkrgSU7Lh7TUqYR5wUBWg_5t0UDREPkLlwYHLc8GAA/s1600-h/sachin+in+pain.jpeg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUn4ezzi16Vx9YVl4oCxyYT3HIPU167LhF2Hwklg2XZQBDCsgcRqWZtnq5GcVbfRSb0sYFaU1rbMqx9Y8u60KLc4bwSpRY15xYKbkrgSU7Lh7TUqYR5wUBWg_5t0UDREPkLlwYHLc8GAA/s320/sachin+in+pain.jpeg&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A chronic back problem flared up when Pakistan toured India in 1999, with India losing the historic Test at Chepauk despite a gritty century from Tendulkar himself.     &lt;br /&gt;Although he was in strong form in season 2004, tennis elbow then took its toll on Tendulkar, leaving him out of the side for most of the year, coming back only for the last two tests when Australia toured India in 2004. He played a part in India&#39;s victory in Mumbai in that series, though Australia took the series 2-1.     &lt;br /&gt;After the 2006 series against England, news of a shoulder operation raised more questions about his longevity. Tendulkar was operated upon for his injured shoulder. In July 2006, the Board of Control for Cricket in India (BCCI) announced that Tendulkar had overcome his injury problem following a rehabilitation programme and was available for selection, and he was eventually selected for the next series.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Famous 2001 tour of Africa - Mike Denness incident      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-2DHKw2bKgrh8WYzDmZhQcVAIFEfXLMKvnWpAS5x1GDaHIQuZtHEydAt4Wv5KBXmqGKKntI40vB3PiQgkYVSUHXjgJjmNBkPVtLSPxAD0yJlBOKWWzWqw2qx5Kmavku2jr73VIkk9qkQ/s1600-h/Mike+Denness+photos.jpeg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-2DHKw2bKgrh8WYzDmZhQcVAIFEfXLMKvnWpAS5x1GDaHIQuZtHEydAt4Wv5KBXmqGKKntI40vB3PiQgkYVSUHXjgJjmNBkPVtLSPxAD0yJlBOKWWzWqw2qx5Kmavku2jr73VIkk9qkQ/s320/Mike+Denness+photos.jpeg&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the second test of India&#39;s 2001 tour of South Africa, match referee Mike Denness fined four Indian players for excessive appealing as well as the Indian captain Sourav Ganguly for not controlling his team. Tendulkar was given a suspended ban of one game in light of alleged ball tampering. Television cameras picked up images that suggested Tendulkar may have been involved in cleaning the seam of the cricket ball in the second test match between India and South Africa at St George&#39;s Park, Port Elizabeth. This can, under some conditions, amount to altering the condition of the ball. The match referee Mike Denness found Sachin Tendulkar guilty of ball tampering charges and handed him a&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4_e26LGm1c5h0Xn_9OEnklQRVy_pXwuTUhG22Q4SrTNcSl6W4rBUEWU4njgxm7Oc7OGyaiQ-IXWsuebOUR8i86CHk6shBNM91-_uwU2PwR4DVSB8CDHKNIHal_p85paB66H-V1avahdk/s1600-h/2007.jpeg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4_e26LGm1c5h0Xn_9OEnklQRVy_pXwuTUhG22Q4SrTNcSl6W4rBUEWU4njgxm7Oc7OGyaiQ-IXWsuebOUR8i86CHk6shBNM91-_uwU2PwR4DVSB8CDHKNIHal_p85paB66H-V1avahdk/s320/2007.jpeg&quot; align=&quot;right&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one Test match ban. The incident escalated to include allegations of racism, and led to Mike Denness being barred from entering the venue of the third test match. After a thorough investigation, the International Cricket Council revoked the official status of the match and the ban on Tendulkar was lifted. Tendulkar&#39;s ball tampering charges and Sehwag&#39;s ban for excessive appealing triggered a massive backlash from the Indian public and even the Indian parliament.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sachin’s Failures      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;On March 19, 2006, after scoring an unconvincing 1 off 21 balls against England in the first innings of the third Test in his home ground, Wankhede, Tendulkar was booed off the ground by a section of the crowd, the first time that he had ever faced such flak. Tendulkar was to end the three-Test series without a single half-century to his credit.     &lt;br /&gt;In the preparation for the 2007 Cricket World Cup, Tendulkar was criticized by Greg Chappell on his attitude. As per the report, Chappell felt that Tendulkar would be more useful down the order, while the latter felt that he would be better off opening the innings, the role he had played for most of his career. Chappell also believed that Tendulkar&#39;s repeated failures were hurting the team&#39;s chances. In a rare show of emotion, Tendulkar hit out at the comments attributed to Chappell by pointing out that no coach has ever suggested his attitude towards cricket is incorrect. On April 7, 2007, the Board of Control for Cricket in India issued a notice to Tendulkar asking for an explanation for his comments made to the media.     &lt;br /&gt;At the Cricket World Cup 2007 in the West Indies, Tendulkar and the Indian cricket team, led by Rahul Dravid had a dismal campaign. Tendulkar, who was pushed to bat lower down the order by the Greg Chappell had scores of 7 (Bangladesh), 57* (Bermuda) and 0 (Sri Lanka). As a result, former Australian captain Ian Chappell, brother of the then Indian coach Greg, called for Tendulkar to retire in his column for Mumbai&#39;s Mid Day newspaper.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sachin’s comeback      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In the 2007 series against Bangladesh, Tendulkar returned to his opening slot and was Man of the Series. He continued by scoring two consecutive scores of 90+ in the Future Cup against South Africa. He was the leading run scorer and was adjudged the Man of the Series.     &lt;br /&gt;Tendulkar upon reaching his 38th Test century against Australia in the 2nd Test at the SCG in 2008, where he finished not out on 154.     &lt;br /&gt;On the second day of the Nottingham Test (July 28, 2007) Tendulkar became the third cricketer to complete 11,000 Test runs. In the subsequent One day series against England, Tendulkar was the leading run scorer from India with an average of 53.42. In the ODI Series against Australia in October 2007 Tendulkar was the leading Indian run scorer with 278 runs.     &lt;br /&gt;Tendulkar was dismissed seven times in 2007 between 90 and 100, including three times at 99, leading some to suggest that he struggles to cope with nerves in this phase of his career. Tendulkar has got out 23 times between 90 and 100 in his international career. On November 8, 2007 he got out on 99 against Pakistan in an ODI at Mohali to the bowling of Umar Gul caught by Kamran Akmal. In the fourth ODI, he got out on 97 (off 102 balls with 16 fours) after dragging a delivery from Umar Gul on to his stumps, falling short of another century in ODIs in 2007.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwaaD_z94m6IFX76uxej3t2syN2FKQ6ONAE7qDrS7jxmFVjdGA9MT0rXUl83krimN7DVSfFrCHavSfO4EKoa_-Se5B7Grf34AfRidZks5DN8Jxb9UO105dFCShgWgWQE0b11Ym6y-kxmI/s1600-h/sachin+12000+3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwaaD_z94m6IFX76uxej3t2syN2FKQ6ONAE7qDrS7jxmFVjdGA9MT0rXUl83krimN7DVSfFrCHavSfO4EKoa_-Se5B7Grf34AfRidZks5DN8Jxb9UO105dFCShgWgWQE0b11Ym6y-kxmI/s320/sachin+12000+3.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;In the Border-Gavaskar Trophy, 2007-08, Tendulkar showed exceptional form, becoming the leading run scorer with 493 runs in four Tests, despite consistently failing in the second innings. Sachin scored 62 runs in the first innings of the first Test at the MCG in Melbourne, but couldn&#39;t prevent a heavy 337-run win for Australia. In the controversial New Years Test at Sydney, Tendulkar scored an unbeaten 154 as India lost the Test. This was his third century at the SCG, earning him an average of 221.33 at the ground. In the third Test at the WACA in Perth, Sachin was instrumental in India&#39;s first innings score of 330, scoring a well compiled 71, only to be dismissed by what was later confirmed to be a questionable LBW decision. India went on to record a historic triumph at the WACA. In the fourth Test at Adelaide, which ended in a draw, he scored 153 in the first innings, involving in a crucial 126 run stand with V.V.S. Laxman for the fifth wicket to lead India to a score of 282 for 5 from 156 for 4. He secured the Player of the Match award.     &lt;br /&gt;In the One-Day International Commonwealth Bank Tri-Series involving Sri Lanka and Australia, Tendulkar became the first and only batsman to complete 16,000 runs in ODIs. He achieved this feat against Sri Lanka on February 5, 2008 at Brisbane. He started the CB series well notching up scores of 10, 35, 44 and 32, but could not convert the starts into bigger scores. His form dipped a bit in the middle of the tournament, but Sachin came back strongly in India&#39;s must-win game against Sri Lanka at Hobart, scoring 63 off 54 balls. He finished the series with a match winning 117 not out of 120 balls in the first final, and 91 runs in the second final.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sachin’s County career&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PTxdn6diyBCW3hPr5Wg52X31tEt8G4fFBzAOT00xvQdUEEYU8d6S5gsO-HFPYkGpftBdaIkDalDnvnKewUG8W44HG-pFdK5AQd7eYYMj1p3mnSmRIkg1lqXPmcZlCUo2yo2K3eWccO4/s1600-h/ipl+with+sachin.jpeg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PTxdn6diyBCW3hPr5Wg52X31tEt8G4fFBzAOT00xvQdUEEYU8d6S5gsO-HFPYkGpftBdaIkDalDnvnKewUG8W44HG-pFdK5AQd7eYYMj1p3mnSmRIkg1lqXPmcZlCUo2yo2K3eWccO4/s320/ipl+with+sachin.jpeg&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In 1992, at the age of 19, Tendulkar became the first overseas born player to represent Yorkshire (Craig White, although born in Yorkshire was the first player to be signed as an overseas player by Yorkshire. He had to be listed as an overseas player as he had already played for Victoria in Australia). Tendulkar played 16 first-class matches for the county and scored 1070 runs at an average of 46.52.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sachin’s Style of play      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga-Z8CS-eKOxzEH4dBEGe4mJ5Bum1lYjgxUE0Cc_4-6RMb8nUjPPIoqwb-nFf0wYq-zTgj9heCsQBI4V51QycgY57xWOLCnGy02gXoXq7S9p7P51E2P88MJG9ALYwbasGsL6fDsL2hEfY/s1600-h/sachin+13.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga-Z8CS-eKOxzEH4dBEGe4mJ5Bum1lYjgxUE0Cc_4-6RMb8nUjPPIoqwb-nFf0wYq-zTgj9heCsQBI4V51QycgY57xWOLCnGy02gXoXq7S9p7P51E2P88MJG9ALYwbasGsL6fDsL2hEfY/s320/sachin+13.jpg&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sachin is ambidextrous: He bats, bowls, and throws with his right hand, but writes with his left hand. He also practices left-handed throws at the nets on a regular basis. Cricinfo columnist Sambit Bal has described him as the &amp;quot;most wholesome batsman of his time&amp;quot;. His batting is based on complete balance and poise while limiting unnecessary movements and flourishes. He appears to show little preference for the slow and low wickets which are typical in India, and has scored many centuries on the hard, bouncy pitches in the Caribbean Islands and Australia. He is known for his unique punch style of hitting the ball over square. He is also renowned for his picture-perfect straight drive, often completed with no follow-through. Recently, legendary Indian batsman Sunil Gavaskar, in an article he wrote in the AFP, remarked that &amp;quot;it is hard to imagine any player in the history of the game who combines classical technique with raw aggression like the little champion does&amp;quot;.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeoSiOH8cDiF-kLFH0NJr8jkhyF3EnPV4f75JFqXz7yMufXnn-gwekccsxUE63LuiqLFCxv_Rpp-GiAVfDWdG-JpAxBrekOc7pX7ZP2ihwfvLlOIYpy7QCEmmKesKfXPUoV81fP0E_HIc/s1600-h/don+bradman.jpeg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeoSiOH8cDiF-kLFH0NJr8jkhyF3EnPV4f75JFqXz7yMufXnn-gwekccsxUE63LuiqLFCxv_Rpp-GiAVfDWdG-JpAxBrekOc7pX7ZP2ihwfvLlOIYpy7QCEmmKesKfXPUoV81fP0E_HIc/s320/don+bradman.jpeg&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sir Donald Bradman, the greatest batsman of all time, considered Tendulkar to have a batting style similar to his. In his biography, it is stated that &amp;quot;Bradman was most taken by Tendulkar&#39;s technique, compactness and shot production, and had asked his wife to have a look at Tendulkar, having felt that Tendulkar played like him. Bradman&#39;s wife, Jessie, agreed that they did appear similar.&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sachin’s new style of playing      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijpmdFFUCC3SO4DickgJoxh4IVB6HvYgqmRjOs6cTS3O8KqlRqeUwF7jzGpg6m4XHUT0tjBrrouv9tlhJ67LX4_5nU8o5JYyKhq_18XbnASOm7-PbtRU8TB4NCO8g-ctf8JUSItp7CS9A/s1600-h/sachin+with+dhoni.jpeg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijpmdFFUCC3SO4DickgJoxh4IVB6HvYgqmRjOs6cTS3O8KqlRqeUwF7jzGpg6m4XHUT0tjBrrouv9tlhJ67LX4_5nU8o5JYyKhq_18XbnASOm7-PbtRU8TB4NCO8g-ctf8JUSItp7CS9A/s320/sachin+with+dhoni.jpeg&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was affected by a series of injuries since 2004. Since then Tendulkar&#39;s batting has tended to be less attacking. Explaining this change in his batting style, he has acknowledged that he is batting differently due to that fact that (1) No batsman can bat the same way for the entire length of a long career and (2) He is a senior member of the team now and thus has more responsibility. During the early part of his career he was a more attacking batsman and frequently scored centuries at close to a run a ball. Ian Chappell, former Australian player, recently remarked that &amp;quot;Tendulkar now, is nothing like the player he was when he was a young bloke&amp;quot;. However, during the latest tour of Australia in 2008, Tendulkar displayed glimpses of his attacking style with several masterful innings, dominating attacks in a manner reminiscent of his younger days.     &lt;br /&gt;Sachin the good man     &lt;br /&gt;Sachin sponsors 200 underprivileged children every year through Apnalaya, a Mumbai-based NGO associated with his mother-in-law, Annaben Mehta. He is reluctant to speak about his charitable activities[citation needed], choosing to preserve the sanctity of his personal life despite the media interest in him.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sachin’s Individual honours&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXDedJ0g9xwysBFmroI4XoIVz8GGeOjPPqxZ_XGN9EEsf0bV6ckNJtlmv1U1yMPr4EJsqxlfiekvY6wsmzyMmfOKWpq9LeBi1herr08UHMPnA2aWS9dJEHsyq6ING3oybETT3MWYEN_Q4/s1600-h/sach+award.jpeg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXDedJ0g9xwysBFmroI4XoIVz8GGeOjPPqxZ_XGN9EEsf0bV6ckNJtlmv1U1yMPr4EJsqxlfiekvY6wsmzyMmfOKWpq9LeBi1herr08UHMPnA2aWS9dJEHsyq6ING3oybETT3MWYEN_Q4/s320/sach+award.jpeg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;* Padma Vibhushan, India&#39;s second highest civilian award, 2008.     &lt;br /&gt;* ICC World ODI XI: 2004, 2007     &lt;br /&gt;* Player of the tournament in 2003 Cricket World Cup     &lt;br /&gt;* Wisden Cricketer of the Year: 1997     &lt;br /&gt;* Padma Shri, India&#39;s fourth highest civilian award, 1999.     &lt;br /&gt;* Arjuna Award, by the Government of India in recognition of his outstanding achievement in Cricket, 1994.     &lt;br /&gt;* Rajiv Gandhi Khel Ratna, India’s highest honour given for achievement in sports, 1997-98.     &lt;br /&gt;In September 2007, former Australian leg-spinner Shane Warne published his list of 50 greatest cricketers ever, in which Sachin had secured the number 1 spot. In January 2008, British Prime Minister Gordon Brown suggested that Sachin should be conferred with an honorary knighthood for his contribution to international cricket. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;__________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer : &lt;/strong&gt;This is not a post written by me. I have just shared this with my readers who would like to read it. 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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;  &lt;b&gt;He holds her tight and pulls her close in his arms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She surrenders and falls helpless to his charms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He knowingly brought her mind and body to the brink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She lost track of time and whatever she was about to think.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Forte;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Forte;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;Determination and eagerness to please makes up for any lack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;As she gives her everything and doesn&#39;t hold back&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;As their hunger and need for each other becomes more intent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;His hold on her heart and soul would not relent.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Forte;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;Content to just rest in his arms throughout the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Passionate feelings and erotic touches mount higher as they lay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Feeling his lips deeply kissing her on an enchanted night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Forte;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There is nothing more exciting than her lover&#39;s delight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Today I happened to wake up before you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I saw the sunbeam gently reflect off your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;As I watched you peacefully sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I started thinking about every morning that I wake up beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I thank God for letting me have yet another day with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Cuddling up to you is my most favorite thing in the world to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I realize I am still sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I rest my weary head and you smile at me and put your head on my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;And you fall back asleep to the sound of my heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I feel so content and at peace sleeping beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The only way I can fall asleep is to have you nearby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;To have you hold me close as I fall into a deep slumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I found you in my dreams and now I feel so complete&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The only thing more perfect would be for us to meet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I dream of you through the day, I dream of you through the night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I dreamt of you first, it was love at first sight.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am so deeply in love with you,&amp;nbsp; I never want to come down of this high&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Together we have so much passion inside, that would never allow us to say goodbye.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I feel so lonely without you near, wishing to hold you tightly in my arms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; So you melt&amp;nbsp; in passion with&amp;nbsp; your winsome beauty and charms.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I need you like the air I breathe, I love you with all my heart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will be here for you always, no matter how far apart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/feeds/7113989595910563737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4283192773349310812/7113989595910563737?isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/7113989595910563737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/7113989595910563737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/2011/01/walk-with-you-in-silence-of-night.html' title='A walk with you in the silence of the night...'/><author><name>Romeo Das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628681826570279755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCPUKFh4zO4X6ANUVlzaxZRKv7tSrvpkXTIzdFIU-seVYahFuTlG9ZX-hPtEWGOw8qbPv8oaBunezXn_7xVZXQZQrsc9hC6sAktvWP1fRpikO-Ugp1IvwSYF0HveaegU/s220/Image1664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKM9KAukTiF1bGdbfKajiMNtrkD0AJikVGTClIcRfDtzJzNd299ytyTRbYDqWfhjj2iXyCkyTWGZu0WCDk5UF49DSDwmQD8ZEUT7otlUQXDWEtcQXMwEvzBzXpHf5CbM2cgKQO0QV4A5WZ/s72-c/A+walk+with+you+in+the+silence+of+the+night....jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283192773349310812.post-3674451349512761187</id><published>2011-01-18T03:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-18T03:35:49.227+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Erotica"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Togetherness"/><title type='text'>Love to love you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Her body was made for him, and his for hers. Their bodies intertwine and every curve fit perfectly together. Making love is such a pure expression of their love for each other.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Priety saw heaven in Rahul eyes and made sweet love to him. His scent is forever etched in her memory. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She cried… because it was so beautiful, and something that she have ever wanted for so long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; They made love everywhere they could. He craved and ached for her touch. She felt incredible against him, they were in pure bliss. Nothing else matters in the world for Rahul and Priety but themselves as long as they are together. Priety allowed no one but Rahul to enter the depths of her body and soul.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-to-love-you.html&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;Love to love you&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;282&quot; alt=&quot;Love to love you&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBf7rqgA4XKgRX0o27p0EcLoY0a46blq5_VqT79A-YKl-arsK8uzP8l-Ledx4KqNVv0HE2laZOtjdeNIUb6nySKN67Bmalz7KOhd5OkAJ0_AAlGZAGT9E95IW2HOFQPScrak6AmGiQ7Xr6/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;323&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;She could see all his passions, desires and wants in his eyes. One look is all it took, Priety could see the hunger in Rahul’s eyes. He would give all that he had, he would go to the farthest lengths to please her. Skin to skin with nothing in between, exploring every bit of each other. Listening intently to each others pant, whisper, breath in anticipation. No inhibitions or boundaries to hold them back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Surrendering her heart, her body to Rahul from the start. Priety is the happiest and safest when she is in his arms. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;His love has captured her soul, heart and body…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;__________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/feeds/3674451349512761187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4283192773349310812/3674451349512761187?isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/3674451349512761187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/3674451349512761187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-to-love-you.html' title='Love to love you!'/><author><name>Romeo Das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628681826570279755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCPUKFh4zO4X6ANUVlzaxZRKv7tSrvpkXTIzdFIU-seVYahFuTlG9ZX-hPtEWGOw8qbPv8oaBunezXn_7xVZXQZQrsc9hC6sAktvWP1fRpikO-Ugp1IvwSYF0HveaegU/s220/Image1664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBf7rqgA4XKgRX0o27p0EcLoY0a46blq5_VqT79A-YKl-arsK8uzP8l-Ledx4KqNVv0HE2laZOtjdeNIUb6nySKN67Bmalz7KOhd5OkAJ0_AAlGZAGT9E95IW2HOFQPScrak6AmGiQ7Xr6/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283192773349310812.post-4200009074665500380</id><published>2010-11-02T00:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-03T00:22:43.464+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Proposal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>The Proposal…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Annie woke up early in the morning. As usual, first thing she did was checked her mobile. There was a message, “I Love You!” it read. It was from Steven. She smiled and rolled her eyes. She texted him back &amp;quot;I Love You too!&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;On her way to the kitchen she saw a dozen red roses kept in the hall. They were beautiful. With the bouquet there was a teddy bear and a note that read &amp;quot;Go to the Fairy Dress Store across the street.&amp;quot; Annie made a puzzled face and read it three times to be sure of what it said. She got ready to go to the Fairy Dress Store.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;When she reached the dress store, and met the person at counter, the person smiled and said, &amp;quot;Oh you are here for your dress?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I guess so!&amp;quot; Annie was dumbfounded.    &lt;br /&gt;The storekeeper returned from inside the store with a box wrapped in red. He smiled at her and handed her a note. &amp;quot;What&#39;s this?&amp;quot; Annie asked. &amp;quot;I&#39;m just supposed to hand you that, girl. Have a good day&amp;quot; replied the storekeeper.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;On her way home Annie opened the note:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annie,          &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;I hope you like the pretty flowers I had sent. Go home and get dressed up. The car will pick you up at 5pm.           &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;Love Steven           &lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Annie was unable to speak. Happy tears rolled down her eyes. What a wonderful person she had found. When she reached home she opened the box that had the dress inside. It was beautiful yellow dress. The skirt was above the knee and tasteful. She spun around in it after trying it on several times. This was just too much.    &lt;br /&gt;After she was ready in the evening she went downstairs and as she walked outside, a chauffer greeted her. &amp;quot;Good evening Ms. Annie. He opened the door for her. She stepped into the car and to her surprise Steven was sitting inside smiling at her.     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;The dress looks much more beautiful now when my sweetheart wears it.&amp;quot; he said greeting her with a kiss.     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Love you honey&amp;quot; she said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;He held her in his arms. She told him about her day and how sweet he&#39;d been. As they were approaching their location Steve handed over a small rectangular box, &amp;quot;Oh, this is for you.&amp;quot;    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Steve, you&#39;ve done enough already&amp;quot;. She said.     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Well open it!&amp;quot; he said excitedly.     &lt;br /&gt;Inside the box was a beautiful diamond necklace and earrings to match. They fit perfectly. The necklace was a single diamond teardrop as well that just accented the dress. &amp;quot;Oh, Steve, it&#39;s beautiful. Thank you so much.&amp;quot; She kissed him long this time.     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I&#39;m glad you like them.&amp;quot; he smiled to himself and kissed her again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;As she stepped outside the car, she wasn’t quite sure of where they were. A gentleman met them outside. He seemed to know Steve and asked if they were ready to go. Steve put his arm around her and they followed the man. Annie could not believe it! It was a helicopter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmJSqchsehtS4I_0YTfUvPqWUv-1HiDNh4o22CcQFWqNGwKMq7i4jF8BEgVYU_-FPvWtqOimO9dOjbv7fu9VKtIjGbnSQQaE97EEcD1zq68e6I7CXhs_L3ulOZUsliiMjMyHmkczhJ2oE9/s1600-h/Will%20you%20marry%20me%5B7%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;Will you marry me&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;392&quot; alt=&quot;Will you marry me&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinW84Gul_Mw9QpJl6P5HBSj_oQnYtk4sfV8J7gWmRJgUrXIYhPYIHBJZoelyTv9QO2-kU0TbI3v1KapIlPXOv8PNRGg3aIa-iIZKsm3WLPK6PMBOSk9wyeaWF9Iwzfgy9I0it6hDFqBNbT/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;271&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;quot;You ready to fly?&amp;quot; Steve asked and gave her a wink.     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Steve!&amp;quot; she squealed. She&#39;d been on many planes, but never a helicopter ride.     &lt;br /&gt;They got inside and buckled up. As they lifted off of the ground she noticed herself becoming surprisingly nervous. He took her hand and it made her feel warm and safe. It was time for sunset, and everything seemed magical. She said &amp;quot;It&#39;s beautiful&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;So are you&amp;quot; he said. It was hard to hear over the propellers, but she could read his lips without a problem.     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I love you.&amp;quot; She said and they kissed.     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Can you hear me loud enough Annie? Will you marry me?&amp;quot; He said.     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; she said not sure she heard him clearly. Her eyes crinkled up. He loved when she did that.     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I said. Will you marry me Annie?&amp;quot; He pulled out a small box. He had had it in his pocket the whole time.     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;OH MY GOD!&amp;quot; she screamed.     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I kind of need an answer here.&amp;quot; he said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Oh yes... I mean... Of course I will&amp;quot; she laughed and he laughed. He placed the beautiful ring on her finger. &amp;quot;I am so glad you said yes, having you in my life was the best thing that ever happened to me.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Steve had rented a private room in the restaurant. It was filled with beautiful red and white candles and they had soft music of piano played. She loved the way he looked in candle light. Just flawless.    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I wanted to make sure you remembered this day forever,&amp;quot; he said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;__________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/feeds/4200009074665500380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4283192773349310812/4200009074665500380?isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/4200009074665500380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/4200009074665500380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/2010/11/proposal.html' title='The Proposal…'/><author><name>Romeo Das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628681826570279755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCPUKFh4zO4X6ANUVlzaxZRKv7tSrvpkXTIzdFIU-seVYahFuTlG9ZX-hPtEWGOw8qbPv8oaBunezXn_7xVZXQZQrsc9hC6sAktvWP1fRpikO-Ugp1IvwSYF0HveaegU/s220/Image1664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinW84Gul_Mw9QpJl6P5HBSj_oQnYtk4sfV8J7gWmRJgUrXIYhPYIHBJZoelyTv9QO2-kU0TbI3v1KapIlPXOv8PNRGg3aIa-iIZKsm3WLPK6PMBOSk9wyeaWF9Iwzfgy9I0it6hDFqBNbT/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283192773349310812.post-1100129055571502941</id><published>2010-10-12T00:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:35:34.014+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Conversation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><title type='text'>When love calls…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;She: Hello    &lt;br /&gt;He : Just needed to talk to someone! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;She: I&#39;m there for you always.    &lt;br /&gt;He : I know. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;She: What&#39;s wrong?    &lt;br /&gt;He : I like her so much, but I don&#39;t know what to do! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;She: Just talk to her.    &lt;br /&gt;He : I don&#39;t think that&#39;s a good idea. She will never like me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;She: Don&#39;t say like that, you are really amazing.    &lt;br /&gt;He : Just want to tell her about my feelings.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;She: Then why don’t you tell her?    &lt;br /&gt;He : I know she won&#39;t like me.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.indiblogger.in/indipost.php?post=35457&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;boyPhone_1450609c&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;170&quot; alt=&quot;boyPhone_1450609c&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinax2_fEt8ieecrUZdNWjtsauoQfHAtBW4W0flNq3Fj-VoTRQiWHtUpm7SLf6ca_7yuSf3pET-PRHs41w7DiBHFB3qNLPNfyGY_ChBf9BifB3IKa5H_uVnGchVtjLrhv6R8lhLviJvRKCI/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;267&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;She: How can you be so sure?    &lt;br /&gt;He : Just like that, I feel so. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;She: Well, I would suggest you to just tell her.    &lt;br /&gt;He : What should I tell her? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;She: Tell her how you feel and how much you like her.    &lt;br /&gt;He : I kind of say that to her everyday! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;She: What do you mean by that?    &lt;br /&gt;He : I love her and I&#39;m always with her. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;She: I can understand how you feel, I too have a somewhat similar problem. And I know he will never like me!    &lt;br /&gt;He : Hold on a sec, whom do you like? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;She: There&#39;s this guy..    &lt;br /&gt;He : I am sure she won’t like me! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;She: She surely does!    &lt;br /&gt;He : And how can you be so sure about that? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;She: Just because, who wouldn&#39;t like a guy like you?    &lt;br /&gt;He : You.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;She: I never thought you could be so wrong, I love you!    &lt;br /&gt;He : I love you too! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;She: So tell me, are you going to talk to her?    &lt;br /&gt;He : I suppose I just did!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;__________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.indiblogger.in/indipost.php?post=35457&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;Tata-docomo&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;118&quot; alt=&quot;Tata-docomo&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZx_wTYSB0BDtupYD_NuG8al3WJjJWQpsQU-D9OGaQcryndqmlufEaQsmWDgJfJkmcR_PUfR1LCrYkb3JsEJyXEFepLU0DlpvXDE8-KVaCP0jx0z1NZW7oefIYZB6bSXvfqzIfw86QYbHx/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;166&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;strong&gt;I am participating in the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.indiblogger.in/indipost.php?post=35457&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Share Life Blogger Contest, Indiblogger&lt;/a&gt; Sponsored by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://onetouchnet.tatadocomo.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tata Docomo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; under the category My Friends, My Life, My Phone. 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Thank you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/feeds/1100129055571502941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4283192773349310812/1100129055571502941?isPopup=true' title='91 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/1100129055571502941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283192773349310812/posts/default/1100129055571502941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo-das.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-love-calls.html' title='When love calls…'/><author><name>Romeo Das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628681826570279755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCPUKFh4zO4X6ANUVlzaxZRKv7tSrvpkXTIzdFIU-seVYahFuTlG9ZX-hPtEWGOw8qbPv8oaBunezXn_7xVZXQZQrsc9hC6sAktvWP1fRpikO-Ugp1IvwSYF0HveaegU/s220/Image1664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinax2_fEt8ieecrUZdNWjtsauoQfHAtBW4W0flNq3Fj-VoTRQiWHtUpm7SLf6ca_7yuSf3pET-PRHs41w7DiBHFB3qNLPNfyGY_ChBf9BifB3IKa5H_uVnGchVtjLrhv6R8lhLviJvRKCI/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>91</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283192773349310812.post-2154927654827418966</id><published>2010-10-01T22:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:32:54.511+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Horror"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>Took my breath away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I still remember every details of that night when it all started. Steve, a friend of mine had bought a house. It was an old house and it had creaks and moans. But the price at which it was offered, was very attractive and he could not turn down.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Steve called Ron and me to his place for dinner, a day after shifting to his new house. After dinner Steve invited us for a game of billiards in the basement. We played a game or two and then Ron and me decided to leave.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuP0aVZi74IXTTfAfE7wYT07GQfbFV3YBqCGBYzFH8wwK0S4PjI7vHJxbRIu-eqITX26QKHL-Ogz_llsoAY6jThot7ldae06_fUgW4FJ007RDDlZu-FifhP6xbphuMvYDFBI0NaxzXokns/s1600-h/Took_my_breath_away1%5B1%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;Took_my_breath_away1&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;332&quot; alt=&quot;Took_my_breath_away1&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtt4Y89gWH4rsQXXx-2_KLYMzaH_w42f5PRTWFLPnqv_B1ZBAtbEPjofYErWvR1JMLynepUdITSYCSicXt5N1euIMdtxCeyzCsA8AY2JdN2NXU-DTMhWx6PkRl33urGkLijorKEqLUOxM-/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;360&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A week passed by, but Steve never showed up. Whenever we called him up, he gave us some excuse and stayed back at home. Ron asked me, “Did you notice something unusual that night when Steve called us?” It wasn’t that I did not notice. That night Steve played brilliantly, every shot he took was perfect and echoes of clapping was heard after every shot he played. But I thought may be it was the sound produced by the clashing of the billiard balls. But Ron said, &amp;quot;Even I heard someone clapping.” The forgotten feeling of dread was suddenly back and it ran through my veins like poison turning my blood cold.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;We decided to stay a night at Steve’s place and find out what exactly was going on and why a guy like him who always used to hang around with us stayed back at home nowadays. “May be he has got someone much more closer than we are to him”, said Ron. So one night Ron and me went to his place. It was clearly visible that Steve was not quite pleased by our presence. He greeted us with an uncomfortable smile. We sat for dinner. It was just three of us but we felt the presence of someone else there too. Suddenly I sensed a sweet fragrance, I asked Steve what fragrance was that, but he said, “ Fragrance? I smell nothing!” As soon as he finished saying that, a mild rush of air blew away the sweet fragrance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;After dinner we went to sleep. I could hardly sleep thinking about the fragrance. Suddenly at around midnight, Ron slipped into my room and told me Steve was not there in his room. Both of us came to the hall, we looked across the dimly lit corridor, but he wasn’t there too. Then we heard someone playing billiards in the basement. We went to see. We saw Steve playing, but surely he wasn’t alone. He was talking and smiling with someone we couldn’t see. We heard a female laughter. Steve looked happy and carefree like he was before. Suddenly Steve’s eyes feel on us. A gush of wind blew across our face and the room was quite again. Steve invited us to play with him, hesitantly!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;It was nearly 2 A.M. I went back to my room. The next thing I remember was Ron calling me in the morning. While going back home we asked Steve about what was going on and that he can tell us all, but he said, “What are you guys talking about?” So we decided to leave. 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