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	<description>.. and miles to go before I sleep..</description>
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		<title>Feather Touch&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 05:54:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Feather touch&#8221; &#8211; the thought dawned during a stroll through the woods in an autumn morning with a friend. She loved putting them on the wall, and she said children loved feather touch.  As usual, the thought was dormant in the diary for exactly a year, and now seeing light. Its not about feathers alone. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Gallery of Life&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 14:10:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I wrote this poem long back, in June 2005. It doesn&#8217;t obey any of the rules of a regular poem. I would call it, just a poetic thought without rhythm or rhyme.    Strange are the pictures  Hung from the walls in the gallery of life  Yet strange are the colors  Which give life to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Square Window..</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2007 20:59:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I wrote it long back.. I don&#8217;t remember the year.. Anyway it was somewhere before 4 years, before I abandoned my habit of writing diary.. How often we take things for granted, like I did with my square window!! The window was there all the time, But I saw it only today. It stood square [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My Kitchen of Life..</title>
		<link>http://milestogo.in/2006/08/22/my-kitchen-of-life/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Aug 2006 16:48:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nasrajan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Food for thought.. :-) This was a sudden idea when I simply spent some time for myself alone .. Wish I had a kitchen equipped with spices, Dishes and pans,to cook things others need I need to cook happiness, smile and laugh Coated with brown chocolate icing Which melts in others mouth and make them [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Standing by the bank and watching the highway of life..</title>
		<link>http://milestogo.in/2006/06/28/standing-by-the-bank-and-watching-the-highway-of-life/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jun 2006 18:37:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nasrajan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Just got this from my Diary of 2001. The sheet was one of the lecture notes :-D, and the hand writing was Rupa&#8217;s. One of the moment&#8217;s of creative discussion I suppose. She has written the name of poetess at the end as &#8220;Dorothy King&#8221;. Google didn&#8217;t show me such an author, nor I have [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Strange are the bonds..</title>
		<link>http://milestogo.in/2006/06/27/strange-are-the-bonds/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jun 2006 20:09:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nasrajan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Being back from home, I was just cleaning up my realm in our flat (exact half of a shelf). I happened to flap through one of my old diaries, and a paper slip fell down. It was the poem by Madhusoodanan Nair, which he recited in the movie &#8220;Daivathinte vikruthikal&#8221; (God&#8217;s mischieves). The poem sings [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Trust..</title>
		<link>http://milestogo.in/2006/04/22/trust/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Apr 2006 08:13:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nasrajan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Long time back, I had an argument with someone in Poornam. The argument was that I declared, &#8220;we shouldn&#8217;t trust people easily, especially guys..&#8221;. [No offense meant, please]. I was just meaning that we shouldn&#8217;t trust a person until we know him/her very well for a considerable time. The poem below was written during the [...]]]></description>
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