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		<title>Over a cuppa</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Aug 2017 18:30:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;If we were having coffee on that first date, we wouldn&#8217;t have been together! I still remember that day distinctly. Those were wonderful times! &#8220;, she said as she sipped some tea. The tea was the way she&#8217;d liked except for the sugar that had disappeared over time. &#160; She sat there for a while, slowly sipping the tea, as memories kept coming back. She [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Stranger than Fiction</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2016/07/stranger-than-fiction/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jul 2016 18:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Image Source It all seemed surreal. I looked around but I couldn&#8217;t believe that this was really happening. I stood there thinking, holding tight the crumpled sheet of paper in my hand . ************* &#8220;I quit&#8221;, I said it out loud to no one in particular. I had put my life and soul and what I got in return was nothing. I know life isn&#8217;t [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Another chance?</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Mar 2016 17:46:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I sat on a bench in the park tired and dejected. The pristine surroundings did nothing to calm my mind. I was in a flashback mode. My mind kept playing the happenings of the evening and I kept asking myself if I was disillusioned in love. The things I’d been through during the past couple of years were no secret to the people close to [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Story of my life</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Mar 2016 17:51:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Picture Credit: Divyakshi Gupta I’m back to where I had started. No, not the same place but to what I used to do. It is like life has turned a full circle for me. My fingers once deft and skilled in this art now don’t move as fast as they used to. This was supposed to be my time for relaxing but I have to [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Once upon a time</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2016 17:55:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>It began like a lot other stories, once upon a time. A story so beautiful, seemed like a fairy tale. Everything happened so quickly but I wasn&#8217;t complaining as it was all good. Everything was perfect and I couldn&#8217;t be happier. There was nothing more that I could ask for except for wishing this would last forever. But then that was the wish that wasn&#8217;t [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>On a flight of dreams</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2016 18:12:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Photo prompt: Melaine Greenwood She never thought that this day would be possible. She had struggled all along but now all those sacrifices seemed worth it. “Ma, make yourself comfortable while I take my place in the cockpit”, said her daughter. Tears welled up in her eyes. Her mind went back in time when her little girl had said, “Ma, look there is an aeroplane [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>A dance in the rain</title>
		<link>https://reemadsouza.com/2015/06/a-dance-in-rain/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2015 15:36:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I stood outside her place waiting for her. We had decided rather she had decided to go to her favourite place down the highway for lunch. I couldn’t refuse as it wasn’t always that she asked for something from me. “Give me five minutes”, she said. I was a stickler for time and I hated to wait. “And those five minutes mean an hour”, I [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>The broken fence</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2014 06:49:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>She stood there in front of her childhood house thinking about all the wonderful memories that she had there. The place looked as beautiful as before and suddenly her eyes fell on the fence and looked at the house on the other side of it. It was thirty years since she had left this place yet the memories from the past- the beautiful ones with [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Love you Mom!</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reema D'souza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2014 03:41:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I remember that day really well as it was a day both of us could not forget. I knew something was wrong, but I could not understand. When I asked you, you just said, &#8220;Hereafter I am both your&#160;mom and dad&#8221;. You wiped my tears though you were in greater grief as you had lost forever the man you loved-Dad! It has been 12 years [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Best Friend</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2014 04:41:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>You said you had something to say to me for long, something important, something really special. I knew what it was and felt it was the right time for us to confess our love for each other. I don&#8217;t remember the exact moment when I fell for you, but I knew that you were special to me and I knew I couldn&#8217;t live my life [&#8230;]</p>
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