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<title>This Moment...</title> 
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 <title>Choose your choice!</title> 
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 <updated>2007-10-20T22:02:42+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text"> The greatest power that a person possesses is the power to choose! ~ J. Martin Kohe 
 I wish we could all cull and choose- wish I had a mind of my own before I was even conceived, an option to ...</summary> 
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  The greatest power that a person possesses is the power to choose! ~ J. Martin Kohe 
 I wish we could all cull and choose- wish I had a mind of my own before I was even conceived, an option to create a perfect me on God  
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2006-04-25:2440</id>
 <title>A Birthday Gift.</title> 
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 <updated>2006-04-25T12:35:02+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">  I don  </summary> 
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   I don   
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2006-04-22:2431</id>
 <title>Good nite dear void.</title> 
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 <updated>2006-04-22T01:36:09+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text"> 
  &quot;Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, not small, but circumscribed. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven&#039;t been brave? So much of ...</summary> 
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  "Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, not small, but circumscribed. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void."   
  I did not verbalize them; Meg Ryan did in the movie    
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2006-04-07:2408</id>
 <title>Waffles and Spaghetti.</title> 
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 <updated>2006-04-07T13:02:08+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text"> Allow me to relate to you a happening-  
 My friend has been down in the dumps for quite sometime now, with a heartbreak that zapped all vigor out of her, it was something she&amp;nbsp;was nurturing ...</summary> 
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  Allow me to relate to you a happening-  
 My friend has been down in the dumps for quite sometime now, with a heartbreak that zapped all vigor out of her, it was something she&nbsp;was nurturing for 5 whole years and how it took that someone just two days to pull the roots out is still perplexing to her or atleast thats what she says! 
 She has been totally sane for only a couple of weeks now, and I having nothing better to do,&nbsp;delved into how people react to certain circumstances in life, in particular the genders  
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 <title>Tarry.</title> 
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 <updated>2006-04-03T22:05:45+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">     Awake until hours wee      
      &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  My woes yet to begin     
     I search inside of me     
      &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  To find peace ...</summary> 
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      Awake until hours wee      
      &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;  My woes yet to begin     
     I search inside of me     
      &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;  To find peace within     
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     Not for reason I pray     
      &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;  Nor for mercy I yearn     
     Times past cannot stay      
      &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;  But my soul culls to burn     
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     Broken wings have I     
      &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;  Forlorn tomorrow clings     
     Can I also see blue sky?     
      &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;  Live rhythm on the strings?     
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     In past I cannot relive     
      &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;  And in awe of tomorrow     
     Am I still a captive,     
      &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;  Of my fears and sorrow?     
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     Yet possess a bracing desire     
      &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;  To not let go of this moment     
     To let the spark grow a fire     
      &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;  That I shall prevail ebullient!   
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2006-03-26:2382</id>
 <title>A Kind Act.</title> 
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 <updated>2006-03-26T12:51:56+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">  He was ruggedly handsome, tall and lanky with bright eyes and a dimpled smile.   
  I hadn  </summary> 
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   He was ruggedly handsome, tall and lanky with bright eyes and a dimpled smile.   
  I hadn   
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2006-03-03:2325</id>
 <title>Zoe</title> 
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 <updated>2006-03-03T00:04:29+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">  Zoe is my best friend. Okay, Zoe is not her name but I made it up coz it means &#039;life.&#039; All right, it is my imaginary best friend and no I  </summary> 
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   Zoe is my best friend. Okay, Zoe is not her name but I made it up coz it means 'life.' All right, it is my imaginary best friend and no I   
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