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		<title>My Mom and Dad</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2017 14:59:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Anjali, do your homework&#8221;, shouted Meena at the top of her voice as she hurried along to prepare dinner after a long day at work. Usually it took a lot of effort to get Anjali to do her homework, but today was different. Smiling, Anjali took out her box of colour pencils and drawing book and began her drawing assignment. After she&#8217;d finished cooking, Meena [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>The bubbles</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2015 18:03:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Image Source She kept blowing bubbles into the air as if she was a kid. That was what I liked about her- her innocence, her childlike ways and the manner in which she found happiness in the little joys of life and she kept spreading positive vibes around her. As I kept admiring her from a distance like I always did, I remembered the time [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>The reunion</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2015 17:41:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Image Source The scorching heat of the summer didn’t deter her from making the long journey to the far away locality in the corner of the city. She kept recalling the happy times that they’d spent together when they were young and those were indeed the best days of their lives. And suddenly a silly issue had put an end to their friendship and as [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>The gift</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2015 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Image source “Stealing is not a good habit and don’t you know what happened to that thief whom they caught last week?”, she asked her son. He had always been a good and obedient child and at the age of eight he was mature beyond his years. Hence when she found a few coins hidden away in a corner of his study table, she was [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Flames of the forest</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2015 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Image Source She saw in horror as the flames devoured the last remains of her house. The house could be rebuilt but what about her little ones whom she’d left there? She had gone away to get food for her little ones and now it was too late. “How much my little babies must have suffered because of these people!”, the mother bird thought as [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Life is precious!</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Jun 2015 02:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Image source As the waves crashed on the shore and withdrew to sea, I felt the sea calling out to me and drawing me into its depths and I kept walking deeper into the sea. Life was a lot worse than what I had expected it to be and with my only pillar of strength gone now, I had given up hope and I’d made [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Sands of time</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2015 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Image source Walking by the seaside, I couldn&#8217;t help but notice how much the surroundings had changed, yet, I was happy to see that my favourite corner on the beach remained unchanged by time. Memories from my college days kept flashing in my mind and I distinctly remembered that day from a few years ago, when we were just out of college, all set to [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Sky is the limit</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2015 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Image source The luggage was all packed and arranged neatly in front of her. As the time of her departure drew closer, she kept asking herself if she really wanted to go. The thought of leaving behind her family and the place that was her home since she was born was painful! But then it was her dream to get admitted in the famous university [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Your loss, not mine</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2015 14:27:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Source Years of friendship was forgotten in a matter of a few moments and the reason for it was nothing but a misunderstanding. I was ignored and I was dropped from the group without even getting a chance to explain my side of the story. Every time that I walked passed them sitting together it hurt me all the more and the loneliness almost killed [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Gone but not forgotten</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2015 17:16:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Image Source As she was cleaning her cupboard she found a few photographs and couldn&#8217;t stop staring at them. They were the reminders of all the happy memories that they had together and made her miss him all the more. Life became difficult and they drifted apart as the spark they once shared was lost. But those photographs brought to the fore all those feelings [&#8230;]</p>
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