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		<title>Finding the simple joys of life during a pandemic</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2020/09/finding-the-simple-joys-of-life-during-a-pandemic/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2020 13:42:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I can’t believe that it has been 6 months of staying at home. Apart from the few times I went grocery shopping, I haven’t stepped out of my building. While I’m grateful for the things I have that are making my life easier during the pandemic, I’ve definitely not been pleased with the whole situation. Being stuck in a room all day with work that [&#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>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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		<title>The midnight hunger pangs</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2014 12:36:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>He walked slowly to the kitchen, careful not to make any noise and he decided against switching on the lights as he didn&#8217;t want to wake them up. It was almost midnight and he was hungry as he had skipped dinner to protest against not getting the gift that he had asked for. He was feeling sad as he had not got the gift but [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>The to-do list</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2014 08:36:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>She woke up early in the morning and glanced at her to-do list for the day. The list of things to be done always seemed to be increasing and with each passing day her life seemed to be getting tiring and monotonous. Her life was now governed by the to-do list and she could take it no more. The cool early morning breeze and the [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>100 Happy Days: Days 61-80</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2014/06/100-happy-days-days-61-80/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Jun 2014 05:40:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Hey friends, it&#8217;s been a long time since I wrote about my 100 happy days challenge. You must be wondering why I didn&#8217;t write about. I too dunno why! The days kept passing by and I was planning to write this the next day and that never came. Whenever I started writing about this, I ended up writing something else. But finally here I am [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>100 Happy Days: Days 41-50</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2014/05/100-happy-days-days-41-50/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2014 05:41:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>And these days were some of the most hectic and tension filled days! Exams! The part of the semester that I hate the most. But it is also the time when my creativity is at it&#8217;s peak. Yeah that is the irony of it. When I am free there is the Writer&#8217;s Block that does not let me write and when I am busy and [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Happy birthday my dear Dahi Vada!</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2014/05/happy-birthday-my-dear-dahi-vada/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2014 09:23:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>When I was in class four, A girl came into my life whom I adore. A lot fun we had in school back then, Besties we became I dunno when. Studies or fun be it whatever, Partners in crime we were, always together. Those moments that we shared, Were some of the best I ever had. Time passed and she had to go to another [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Little things bring joy!</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2014/01/little-things-bring-joy/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Jan 2014 03:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Oh yes I&#8217;m back. I know it&#8217;s been some time since I wrote something. I&#8217;m sorry for that. But rest was what I needed. And I&#8217;m back now to my always busy schedule. Well I enjoyed every bit of my trip and I didn&#8217;t want to return home. After a long time I got to welcome the New Year sans any tensions. For years now [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>I wanna be a child again!</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2013/11/i-wanna-be-child-again/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Nov 2013 03:16:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s 14th November today. Chacha Nehru&#8217;s Birthday. Children&#8217;s day. As I keep thinking about this day, my mind wanders back in time- to the time when I was school- the celebrations, the games, the songs, the dances, the sweets, the fun. Memories come flooding back! All I could say is the best part of life is Childhood or I&#8217;d rather say the best part of [&#8230;]</p>
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