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		<title>The Runaway</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2017/10/runaway/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2017 18:31:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Tears trickled down from her eyes. &#160; &#8220;How can you do this to us after all we&#8217;ve done for you?&#8221; &#8220;Because I&#8217;ve my dreams to achieve&#8221; &#160; Until then, she was so accustomed to living the life that she&#8217;d been living so far, that she never thought about living it any other way. But all this time, she&#8217;d known. Even in the comfort that she had [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Will you be my sunshine?</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2017/03/will-you-be-my-sunshine/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Mar 2017 04:13:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>He liked the outdoors. I preferred staying indoors with a book in my hand. But we were good together. &#8220;Meet me at 8 am near the Gardens&#8221; he&#8217;d said. We&#8217;d never met that early! It was a lovely day, with the sun shining and a gentle breeze. He walked into the garden with that never fading smile. Before I could even say &#8220;Hi&#8221; he was kneeling [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Wish you were here</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2017/02/wish-you-were-here-2/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Feb 2017 14:50:01 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Childhood]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;We&#8217;ll make a snowman&#8221; &#8220;And I&#8217;ll hit you with a snowball&#8221; &#8220;Can we go out in the snow? It&#8217;ll be cold!&#8221; &#8220;Its a dream, silly. We may never see the snow&#8221; I recalled the conversation that we had as kids. Looking at it snow, I wished you were here. Time had passed. The distance and misunderstandings had grown. We&#8217;d fought. Would you still remember me? [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>The dream job</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2016/11/the-dream-job/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2016 18:30:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Dream Fictioneers]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;What do you want to be when you grow up?&#8221; &#8220;A musician&#8221;. &#8220;That&#8217;s not even a job! Study well!&#8221; &#160; She remembered this memory from her childhood. She&#8217;d studied hard, topped her class and had landed a dream job. Everyone around her thought she was happy and were even envious of her. The long hours at work left her with no time for anything. The [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>It is urgent</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2016 18:30:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Can you meet me now? It is urgent.&#8221; &#8220;But what is the matter? Are you okay?&#8221; &#8220;Just meet me now, will you?&#8221; He rushed to meet her. &#8220;Something is wrong&#8221;, he thought. &#8220;Was she sick? What had happened? Wait, does she want to break up with me?&#8221;, he wondered. She was there waiting for him and he ran to her. &#8220;What is the matter?&#8221; &#8220;There [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>By the lake</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2016 18:30:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The serene waters of the lake bore no resemblance to the storm of thoughts raging in her mind. But she loved looking at the waters of the lake. Because those were her few minutes of freedom, the only time when she got to see the outside world. How she longed to be out in the open and feel the chill of the blowing wind and the warmth [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>The boss</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2016/10/the-boss/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Oct 2016 01:30:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>He double checked if everything was in place for the next day. He didn&#8217;t want his boss to find any mistakes with his work. It was late. As he was walking down the corridor, he was surprised. The lights were on in his boss&#8217;s cabin! Was she actually there? He went in to check and there she was. &#8220;What are you still working on boss?&#8221; [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Wishful Thinking</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2016/08/wishful-thinking/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Aug 2016 18:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[55 Fiction]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Image Source Every time I hear the sound of a scooter passing by, it evokes beautiful memories. I still run to the door like I used to. I still live with hope. I still can&#8217;t believe that you left this world, Dad. Call it wishful thinking, but I still wait for you. I know that you&#8217;ll come.&#160; 55 Fiction&#160; This post is written for Day [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>The Life Saver</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Aug 2016 18:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Image Source She returned from the hospital and again it was the same story.&#160; &#8220;It is going to be a girl&#8221;, said the doctor.&#160; &#8220;Well then you know what to do!&#8221;, said her husband to the doctor. &#8220;Bring her back her tomorrow&#8221;, replied the doctor. How she longed to have a girl! And each time she conceived, it was a girl. But the girl was [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Almost caught!</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2016/08/almost-caug/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Aug 2016 18:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Image Source Tara peeped into her daughter&#8217;s room and was glad to see her studying for the next day&#8217;s exam.&#160; Meera was so engrossed reading the novel that she hadn&#8217;t noticed her mom at the door. She was scared for a moment. But the textbook was finally useful. It had saved her from being caught red handed. &#160; This is my first attempt to write [&#8230;]</p>
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