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		<title>Lost and found?</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Image source I carefully walked through the fields avoiding the thorns and thistles that had now grown in it. As I walked I remembered the time that I spent here. Those were the jolly old days with no cares in the world. We were a group of five and the best moments of our lives were spent here. Though I’d walked for long, I couldn’t [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>The Rendezvous</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Copyright: Jean L Hays I watched the early morning rays of the sun fall on the cafe as I waited for her. I was meeting her for breakfast as this was the time of the day that she liked the most- morning. When I knew that she was back in town, I couldn’t be happier. It was years since I last met her. Though the [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Yes!</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2015 08:27:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Image source He looked at his phone for the nth time. There was still no message from her. He could have just called her up and told her. But then he didn’t feel confident enough. He would tell her in her person but for now he just had to let it out of his chest. He could not keep it from her any longer. His [&#8230;]</p>
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