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<title>The chronicles of a stable mind</title> 
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 <title>Sibling Rivalry!!!</title> 
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 <updated>2006-09-03T09:58:02+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text"> 
      Apni Galli 
  
 
      I have been dormant for quite a long time. So I decided to put this word through. This article is for all those people out there who have brothers and sisters. ...</summary> 
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Personal 
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      Apni Galli 
  
 
      I have been dormant for quite a long time. So I decided to put this word through. This article is for all those people out there who have brothers and sisters. This piece is for all those who have once been jealous of their siblings. 
 
     Yesterday, as I was traveling, I saw two young girls, sisters perhaps, sitting on the scooter and sharing little of what had been left of an ice cream or a lollipop (I didn 
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2006-02-02:2269</id>
 <title>Positivity</title> 
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 <updated>2006-02-02T21:04:35+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">  The other day he called up to say things I never thought I would ever hear from him. The other day he again called to tell me it was no dream. I don  </summary> 
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 <name>veni_tamirisa</name> 
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Friends 
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   The other day he called up to say things I never thought I would ever hear from him. The other day he again called to tell me it was no dream. I don   
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2006-01-15:2235</id>
 <title>ME</title> 
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 <updated>2006-01-15T13:03:44+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">  &amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;     
  This one is inspired by the autobiography my image wrote (image because we are way too similar and now only differences surprise us!!!). It made me realize and wonder ...</summary> 
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 <name>veni_tamirisa</name> 
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Friends 
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   &nbsp;  &nbsp;     
  This one is inspired by the autobiography my image wrote (image because we are way too similar and now only differences surprise us!!!). It made me realize and wonder again as to what I am and where I am heading (I wonder a lot!!!).   
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  He could write so easily and so well as to what he was. I don   
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2006-01-13:2231</id>
 <title>THE QUEEN OF HURTFUL HUMOUR</title> 
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 <updated>2006-01-13T21:44:52+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">  ME THE QUEEN OF HURTFUL HUMOUR     
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  I always wonder what has changed me so much over the past few years. Is it being hit by the worst news ever or is being in love? I can keep ...</summary> 
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 <name>veni_tamirisa</name> 
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<dc:subject>
Friends 
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   ME THE QUEEN OF HURTFUL HUMOUR     
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  I always wonder what has changed me so much over the past few years. Is it being hit by the worst news ever or is being in love? I can keep wondering over and over but lets stop it there. I can   
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2006-01-12:2228</id>
 <title>Love and more....</title> 
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 <updated>2006-01-12T18:52:52+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">  I have always wondered what attracts people to me. Is it the possibility of how rude I can be? Sometimes I wonder if they are just around to notice how cranky I can get.      
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  I ...</summary> 
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 <name>veni_tamirisa</name> 
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Friends 
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   I have always wondered what attracts people to me. Is it the possibility of how rude I can be? Sometimes I wonder if they are just around to notice how cranky I can get.      
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  I have always wondered how true your love towards others can be. Be it friends, family or that special someone.     
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  I don   
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