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<rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><default:channel xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" rdf:about="http://tamarind85.blog.co.uk/"><title>tamarind</title><link>http://tamarind85.blog.co.uk/</link><description></description><dc:language xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">en-US</dc:language><admin:generatorAgent xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" rdf:resource="http://www.blog.co.uk"/><sy:updatePeriod xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">8</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><image><title>tamarind</title><link>http://tamarind85.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/ed/a25d073678f9ecd5697cd07ae9efcb_160x200.jpg</url></image><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://tamarind85.blog.co.uk/2005/07/23/title_12571/"/></rdf:Seq></items></default:channel><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://tamarind85.blog.co.uk/2005/07/23/title_12571/"><default:title>title-88261</default:title><default:link>http://tamarind85.blog.co.uk/2005/07/23/title_12571/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2005-07-23T12:39:41+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I met him that day and he smiled at me at first sight.They say "SMILE A LOT; IT COSTS NOTHING" but that smile he gave was after so much pain and it was very much evident.&lt;br&gt;
i spoke to him and he promised he shall come home soon and i left thinking that he would fulfill his promise.&lt;br&gt;
God considered me as a weak person for some reason and directed me to go out of station and nothing could stop me from going out.DESTINY THEY SAY.&lt;br&gt;
11 July it was.i was lonely in a hotel room as which allowed only 10 steps to and fro.suffocating it was.&lt;br&gt;
loneliness tried to smother me and sub conciously my fingers dialled a number.my closest friend.&lt;br&gt;
no idea i had, that the small room is going to get even smaller that it could have the potential to kill me out of suffocation.&lt;br&gt;
i met him that day.&lt;br&gt;
he promised he shall come home soon.&lt;br&gt;
so he did.&lt;br&gt;
but he left home soon.and not just home everyone of us.&lt;br&gt;
he thought he could leave us and go wherever he wants but he forgot ;&lt;br&gt;
he left the house,he physically disappeared but how much ever he tries he cannot leave our hearts.&lt;br&gt;
dear friend. you shall always be here with us.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://tamarind85.blog.co.uk/2005/07/23/title_12571/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I met him that day and he smiled at me at first sight.They say "SMILE A LOT; IT COSTS NOTHING" but that smile he gave was after so much pain and it was very much evident.<br>
i spoke to him and he promised he shall come home soon and i left thinking that he would fulfill his promise.<br>
God considered me as a weak person for some reason and directed me to go out of station and nothing could stop me from going out.DESTINY THEY SAY.<br>
11 July it was.i was lonely in a hotel room as which allowed only 10 steps to and fro.suffocating it was.<br>
loneliness tried to smother me and sub conciously my fingers dialled a number.my closest friend.<br>
no idea i had, that the small room is going to get even smaller that it could have the potential to kill me out of suffocation.<br>
i met him that day.<br>
he promised he shall come home soon.<br>
so he did.<br>
but he left home soon.and not just home everyone of us.<br>
he thought he could leave us and go wherever he wants but he forgot ;<br>
he left the house,he physically disappeared but how much ever he tries he cannot leave our hearts.<br>
dear friend. you shall always be here with us.
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