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  <description> The Kiss of my Soul 
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  <title>Musings of a fearful mind!</title>
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  <dc:description>&lt;p&gt;
If you could let your soul float and get away from the holdings of basic life, there are places I for sure would want to go. And I have. I have come a long way from wanting to be all grown up and wanting what was impossible to having it all and now I stand still and ask myself- why did I want this? I am not the only one who feels this way- am I? First you want to be the best and then you wish you weren&#039;t- that way you wouldn&#039;t be all responsible. You want to beat all your competitors and then wish you hadn&#039;t started the race. You wish to reach the sky and then wish you hadn&#039;t jumped up! I fear being blamed, losing the game, heck, I fear falling down! Is that what I fear? Or do I fear being watched and&amp;nbsp;castigated as I fall down? Whatever it is, the feeling of restlessness lives with us everyday. And today is no different. 
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I don&#039;t want to sound depressed because honestly I am not. I have a lot to be thankful for and I am. What I feel is restlessness- I want to get ahead five years from now and know what I felt back then was just the passing of a phase that wasn&#039;t too bad. But I fear I would stand still and ask myself this- why did I come this way? When you are a kid, you know too little to make any decision on your own. When you are growing up, you are to be careful of the decisions you make because they could, well, effect your life. And then when you are all grown up, the decisions you made in the past catch up with you. 
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Now, the question at hand- where would my soul want to float- to my childhood, to my past, to my future or to the other less fortunate side of the world? Or will standing still ease my restless heart? Maybe it will! I love life and everything it has to offer and it goes without saying that I very strongly dislike the flipside of this very coin. But I am going to stand still, feel the breeze and perhaps find a new perspective to my crying soul. 
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These are the musings of my soul and perhaps someone else&#039;s too- Whatever it is, I suggest we both find a hobby! 
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Peace out...&amp;nbsp; 
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  <dc:date>2009-07-13T04:05:09Z</dc:date>
    <dc:creator>dawncalls</dc:creator>
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  <title>Bhaiyya mere....</title>
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  <dc:description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;I think I am gettin old coz all the guys I happen to bump into on the net are very young, sometimes as young as 14. So chat rooms have become a firm no-no. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;But yesterday, was jus sneakin a quick look thru my mails when I happened to c the yellow yahoo emoticon next to some intriguing yahoo id in one of those fwd messages and decided to send him an instant msg. It actually worked! He responded wid a &#039;hello&#039; n a &#039;who r u?&#039;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;We got to&amp;nbsp;talking and the &#039;view my webcam&#039; status next to the contact after I added him in my list of net pals was jus too enticing to withstand. So I clicked it open, I generally do not make the fatal blunder of making a bid to see someone online coz ive had some of the worst experiences one can imagine. But like I said, I had an unusual feeling about this guy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Then he was like, &#039;u want to c me?&#039; &#039;r u sure?&#039; &#039;I look rugged, totally unshaven&#039; &#039; okay, as u wish, don&#039;t get scared&#039;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;And my damned computer got screwed up rite the minute I thought I was gonna see him. Well, nyways after another vain go, it finally worked the third time.. n there I was, seeing an impressive guy. Dishy dimples and a sensational smile. Stubbly, wid messy hair, there was something appealing in him. I was finally beginning to find hope, hope tat which was lost. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Well after breaking in tat he was de facto darling to my eyes, I started off with personal questions, like was he married or did he have kids? ( no, he was of course d &#039;chikna&#039; kind, but its become trendy to get hitched during teens, so u never know), nyways, I was playing safe.. No? Good. Ny gfs? Dates? Nyone hes interested in? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Guess my ritual was dire, coz out of the blue he asked me where I had done my schoolin? I usually am cautious enough never to give out my personal info but ah, what the heck, he wudnt know what I was talking about nyways! He wud probably even ask me where exactly is tat place on the map?? So I didn&#039;t care. But then, he was becoming inquisitive and started with which city? Okay! The ICS? Cool.. I did my schooling there too..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;I was flabbergasted! The only one person that I liked after all the instant msgs I send to a million people each day, he has to come back n tell me he was from my school&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</dc:description>
      
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  <dc:date>2005-03-26T14:30:20Z</dc:date>
    <dc:creator>dawncalls</dc:creator>
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  <title>An error in thinkin.</title>
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  <dc:description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Today was supposed to be a girls day out. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;I was casually dressed, with pulled up hair n no make-up (not like I wear any anyways!) , dangling earrings ,showy blue colored shoes and a funky handbag. I wasn&#039;t there to galvanize somebody, I was just dressing in step wid my mood. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;I still remember the day I met this guy for the first time, years ago- a blind date. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Not too keen on impressing him, actually wanting to fend him off , I (my dress sense is generally appreciated) wore an ill-fitted apple green dress with shades of coral pink in it, and the scariest part was wearing a bittersweet orange colored pair of shoes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;I was looking yucky! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Well, that he wasn&#039;t too shallow and that I did go out wid him for the longest time is a different story.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;But the truth of the matter is, if ur going out to meet a guy , some guy who cud be the potential father of yer kids, then all conscious and subconscious efforts are put into making a fine impression. Have had prior practice.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;But if it is yer girlfriends, never mind the mood, or the manners or the dress or the weather! It cud be plain fun from A to Z. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;So dressed like I was,&amp;nbsp; I was out today to cheer up my dispiriting mood when I and my friend decided to hang out at&amp;nbsp;the coffee day. Not for the coffee of course. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;After sippin my latte for almost an hour , I decided it was time to go do something else. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Like Prince Charming, walked in a guy straight to our table while I was busy reading some freaking airtel msg I had just received. &lt;br /&gt;I was in a semi seated position, u know the position where ur half seated and half standing up, ah well, in a commanding tone he had asked us to sit down, of course with a please and a thanku! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Looking me straight in the eye, he informed that he had been watching me for over an hour and thought I was quite an interesting character.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I&#039;d like to go out someday? (interesting character? Like in the cartoons&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</dc:description>
      
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  <dc:date>2005-03-20T23:40:02Z</dc:date>
    <dc:creator>dawncalls</dc:creator>
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  <title>The Booth Fight...</title>
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  <dc:description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;Its all about the phone booth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</dc:description>
      
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  <dc:date>2005-03-15T14:06:47Z</dc:date>
    <dc:creator>dawncalls</dc:creator>
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  <title>Conflict of minds!?@?*&amp;!</title>
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  <dc:description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;It&#039;s ingrained.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;The way men and women reason.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;U can bicker about it, discover ways of curbing it, even a psychoanalysis perhaps, but some things u cannot change.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;My friend, Mr.A had&amp;nbsp;begged me to bestow my hallowed guidance of picking out some trinkets for his sister to which I promptly agreed! (OK. OK. I was jus asked to help him shop for his sis. And that is it.) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;But after hectic 2 months and finally some time on hand, I have been lazing around and hence avoiding all social events that require a minimal drapery, untangled&amp;nbsp; hair, and a mental state not so ludicrous. So obviously even after a prompt yes, I was still struggling to get up and go.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;I had already given him a lame excuse once before and was on a desperate search for another when I decided to ask my 2 best friends to help me out with it-&amp;nbsp; a guy and a girl. (by george what on earth was I thinking!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;Guy:&amp;nbsp; &#039;R u goin out wid him? Is tat a date&#039;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;After&amp;nbsp;explainin&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;him it wasn&#039;t, &#039; tell him, there is some guy comin to see you and yer mom wudn&#039;t send u out coz ud get tanned!.&#039;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;Pause..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;&#039;ah, wat the hell, go out wid him, Im gonna kill him nyways sooner or later&#039; ( wid a sarcastic laugh as an attachment!) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;Question mark. Entirely nonsensical.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;He wasn&#039;t obviously giving it much thought.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;Girl: &#039; so..he&#039;s been pestering u, huh?&#039;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;&#039;no, no..been jus askin&#039;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;&#039;yeah, u mean asking u repeatedly?&#039; &#039;hmm..i think u shudnt say no&#039;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;&#039;I mean..hes sweet, nice, good looking, wat else&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</dc:description>
      
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  <dc:date>2005-03-12T22:10:00Z</dc:date>
    <dc:creator>dawncalls</dc:creator>
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  <title>time to fly..</title>
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  <dc:description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;Appreciating a person is not that easy and not everyone can do it. Years ago, I resolved to be nicer to people than usual, to make them feel loved and cared for. I realized that loving someone wasn&#039;t hard, to make them feel it, was! And I put a conscious effort in working it out in my precious circle of friends n family. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;But this years gonna be different. Doesn&#039;t matter if u care, doesn&#039;t really matter u if u let yer world upside down to make &#039;em feel it, they don&#039;t give a shit. Nobody does. This is not about one soul or one incident, it&#039;s not bout today or yesterday, I jus think its the human disposition to put too small a price on a person who works his ass for you n sweat to impress someone who does not give a shit about you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;I&#039;m tired of holding people. Tired of being nice. Tired of justifying myself. Tired of being affronted. I am simply tired. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;I&#039;m letting go of people, letting go of situations. I feel something really empty inside, like somethings not right. But all the right I&#039;ve ever done hasn&#039;t helped me, so what the heck!&lt;br /&gt;It is part of my nature to want to live in the yesterdays of life, in &#039;days that come not back again&#039;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;And now, I guess its time to move on, time to move on wid all the memories, some sweet, some sour.. but all surviving!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;Its time to fly, time to&amp;nbsp;soar!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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  <dc:date>2005-01-06T15:45:47Z</dc:date>
    <dc:creator>dawncalls</dc:creator>
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  <title>Merry Christmas!!!!</title>
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  <dc:description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;Wishing u all a Merry Christmas...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma size=3&gt;God bless you all...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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  <dc:date>2004-12-25T14:45:23Z</dc:date>
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  <title>A Christmas Experience..</title>
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  <dc:description>&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;Kissing under the mistletoe is the enlivening part of being invited to a Christmas party! Search for a mistletoe, stand under it and try to make a conversation with some cute guy from under it, and finally when he approaches u coz he can&#039;t hear what u r trying to say, jus look up and say, &#039; Gosh, I guess this was jus meant to happen.&#039; , it is a cute way of kissing cute guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very striking cousin who&#039;d come down from b&#039;lore had invited me to this party his frenz were throwing&lt;/font&gt;</dc:description>
      
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  <dc:date>2004-12-21T22:27:28Z</dc:date>
    <dc:creator>dawncalls</dc:creator>
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  <title>Desperately Seeking Mom...</title>
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  <dc:description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;My folks r away, &#039;twas meant to b major fun for me, staying home all by myself and doing nothing but lazing around.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this was gonna be a blast, I swore.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;But mom called the day after she left and asked me to pick up my cousins and let them stay over ( all of my aunts and uncles had gone too), 7 cousins in all ranging from 21 to 6 yrs.. Holy Cow!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;I mean I could just feel my room being intruded by these impish lil gargoyles&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</dc:description>
      
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  <dc:date>2004-12-12T13:41:05Z</dc:date>
    <dc:creator>dawncalls</dc:creator>
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  <title>One Fine (Yester)day..</title>
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  <dc:description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif&quot; size=3&gt;I was stranded by my friends yesterday after they had planned to watch a movie while I volunteered to help a friend shop&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</dc:description>
      
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  <dc:date>2004-12-09T13:34:22Z</dc:date>
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