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		<title>Birthday blah blah</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2017/01/1807/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2017 03:30:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Yay! It is my birthday! Another year of being awesome, isn&#8217;t it? 😉 Well that wasn&#8217;t exactly the case a few hours ago. Why? I&#8217;ll explain! When I was a little girl and when first learned about the days and months, I began a countdown to my birthday. It usually used to start a month before my birthday and trust me I&#8217;d be so excited [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>One Rainy Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jun 2016 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Image credit Her fingers danced on the keyboard as she typed something and then hit backspace multiple times. Her kohl lined eyes stared at the screen but she had no clue what she was looking at. In her mind&#8217;s eyes she was in a different place, at a different time.&#160;Someone called out her name and that brought her back to reality. She looked at the [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Happy Days&#8230;</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Jan 2016 17:55:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Happiness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Happy]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Image source When I get that much needed rest When I travel home When I ace that difficult test When I’ve nothing to do and just roam When I lay my head on my mom’s lap When I’m surrounded by friends who make me laugh When I talk to a friend after a long gap When there’s no traffic and my travel time is reduced [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Making someone&#8217;s day</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2015/12/making-someones-day/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2015 18:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[#MondayMusings]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Gratitude]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Sometimes we have good days and sometimes we have bad days. Sometimes it doesn’t take a lot of things for the day to go from worst to the best. All that matters is few things. A tiny gesture, a sweet smile, a lovely compliment, some appreciation and the list goes on. Today’s day started like any other day. Off to work in the morning beating [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>In Nature&#8217;s arms</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2015/07/in-natures-arms/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2015 17:21:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Image Source The white clouds shone brightly on the blue sky. The air was fresh. The beautiful lilies swayed and it seemed as if they were moving their heads to the music of nature. The clear lake was an embodiment of serenity. The mighty rocks looked like silent sentinels guarding this&#160; treasure of nature. The whispering breeze made it seem that nature had something to [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Happiness</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2015/07/happiness/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2015 17:32:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Image source Sometimes we are happy and sometimes we are sad,&#160; But a magic portion to be happy forever we wish we always had.&#160; The things that we yearn to give us joy are many,&#160; But why is that when we need to be happy the most we don’t find any? &#160;Happiness to some means loads of wealth, For few it is blessing of health.&#160; [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Yay! Reem Writes turns three!</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2015/05/yay-reem-writes-turns-three/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2015 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Image source One early morning in May, a girl sat in front of her laptop thinking deeply about her decision. She was pondering whether creating a blog and maintaining a blog would be possible for her not. She personally never knew anyone who had maintained a blog. All that she knew about blogging was just creating one as it was a part of an assignment [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>The best therapy</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2015/01/the-best-therapy/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2015 12:57:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Image source Some things are better left unsaid, But then I just can&#8217;t keep them in my head. There is something that I just want to share, But I&#8217;m unsure of anybody giving it any care. In moments such as these, When my thoughts never tend to cease, I write to put my thoughts to rest, For it is the therapy that works for me [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>So far, yet so near</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2014/11/so-far-yet-so-near/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2014 02:10:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I sit there alone in a corner in the coffee shop and as I am waiting for my order, I see with a pang of envy a couple holding hands and smiling as they talk to each other. How I wish you were here and I could hold your hand as I spoke to you! As I am wishing that you didn&#8217;t have to be [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>By the lakeside</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2014 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Copyright: The Reclining Gentleman I remember that day from two years ago when it had started. It was my routine to sit down on the bench by the lakeside after a tiring day at work. I had no friends in this city. That was when he came and my life changed. Before I could confess my love for him, he told me that he was [&#8230;]</p>
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