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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Oct 2010 20:23:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[On the road which I walk daily, I stopped suddenly on a point that meant little. Caught by a little house on the road. Was this little point here someone&#8217;s destination, could it be infact an end? This point which means little to me, which I want to pass hurriedly, not even stopping for rest. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wordsweave.wordpress.com&amp;blog=952353&amp;post=126&amp;subd=wordsweave&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Friends and such-like</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 07:50:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There was once a time, when I believed that friends are the center of one&#8217;s world. That anything you do must be measured against the standard ofyour friends&#8217; approval. It was unthinkable to spend the lunch hour with anyone other than the usual set, as it was unthinkable to play in the evenings with the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wordsweave.wordpress.com&amp;blog=952353&amp;post=119&amp;subd=wordsweave&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Caution</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Dec 2008 03:47:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He knows he’s aged a lot: he sees it, feels it. Yet it seems he was young just yesterday. So brief an interval, so very brief. And he thinks of Prudence, how it fooled him, how he always believed—what madness— that cheat who said: “Tomorrow. You have plenty of time.” He remembers impulses bridled, the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wordsweave.wordpress.com&amp;blog=952353&amp;post=115&amp;subd=wordsweave&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Keep your head down</title>
		<link>http://wordsweave.wordpress.com/2008/11/20/keep-your-head-down/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 09:32:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Madhuri</dc:creator>
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		<title>Flight</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 10:18:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[That is, inappropriately, the first thing that enters the mind. A desire to flee, or hide, or create a new world unencumbered from the past. Inappropriately, for how can assets be snatched without carrying the liabilities. The addition of years spent alive, which need to be accounted for. With those years comes the need to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wordsweave.wordpress.com&amp;blog=952353&amp;post=109&amp;subd=wordsweave&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Fragmentation</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 13:26:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Madhuri</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Confusion]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am standing at the end of questions and doubts, to the beginning of argument. The argument that justifies everything done within the realm of self, without hurting another. But then, what purpose does my conscience serve? To give voice to my arguments? Or to drown in them? In the age of reason, is the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wordsweave.wordpress.com&amp;blog=952353&amp;post=106&amp;subd=wordsweave&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Bound by the rainbows</title>
		<link>http://wordsweave.wordpress.com/2008/09/09/bound-by-the-rainbows/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 04:36:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Madhuri</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There is the limitless sky, but I exist only between these two lines. The darkness within these lines is darker than the one without &#8211; but the silvery ends keep me a prisoner.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wordsweave.wordpress.com&amp;blog=952353&amp;post=102&amp;subd=wordsweave&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The End</title>
		<link>http://wordsweave.wordpress.com/2008/08/11/the-end/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 23:09:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Madhuri</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It feels like the end of an era. This day, when my company ceases to exist and becomes something else. After years of loving it, it is very sad to just see it going. I wish I could hold on to it &#8211; even if it was beginning to go a little weak in its [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wordsweave.wordpress.com&amp;blog=952353&amp;post=98&amp;subd=wordsweave&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Night</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 11:15:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Madhuri</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Then I came upon a city that looked beautiful only in the night, unlike those cities that resided somewhere above. Beautiful only when the row of its twinkling lights made its darkness romantic. Only when the ugly Grey of its river was exalted to a mysterious pool of colorful reflection. When its sounds were muted,and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wordsweave.wordpress.com&amp;blog=952353&amp;post=94&amp;subd=wordsweave&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Relationship time to aloneness</title>
		<link>http://wordsweave.wordpress.com/2008/07/25/relationship-time-to-aloneness/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 13:51:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Madhuri</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Having a companion fixes you in time and that the present, but when the quality of aloneness settles down, past, present and future all flow together. A memory, a present event, and a forecast all equally present. John Steinbeck, in Travels with Charley<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wordsweave.wordpress.com&amp;blog=952353&amp;post=91&amp;subd=wordsweave&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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