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		<title>Midnight excerpts</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The hollowness of universe &#8211; the black hole in her soul. &#8216;In fact, I am aware of the fake entities in my life. I know that I can clear them if I wanted to in a moment &#8230; But all this hollowness needs my sincerity. Rumi&#8217;]]></description>
		<link>http://nehachandok.com/2011/08/23/midnight-excerpts/</link>
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		<title>Impromptu</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There are decisions that can change lives. And there are lives that can change decisions&#8230;]]></description>
		<link>http://nehachandok.com/2011/07/31/impromptu/</link>
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		<title>Spring time</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8216;If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature&#8217;s holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?&#8217; - William Wordsworth]]></description>
		<link>http://nehachandok.com/2011/03/19/spring-time/</link>
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		<title>Shades of love</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Like the earthen green,with brown in hints. like the crimson gold, in the mixture of dusk, with blue and yellow and orange with sheen, and fluffy white on days of rain. like the wet silver and the hollow black, with wild waters deep. like the flickering yellow of candle light, with romance in air and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nehachandok.com/2010/11/13/shades-of-love/</link>
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		<title>Life, Life, Life</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There is a bit of this and that today, the future seems a past&#8217;s arc today, the skewed line, the straight curve&#8230; There are somethings that just wake you up! An incident, an experience, a phone call, and however bad or worse the news might be, you just know what you have to do then. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nehachandok.com/2010/10/02/life-life-life/</link>
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		<title>In one line&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You were HOME to me&#8230;]]></description>
		<link>http://nehachandok.com/2010/09/06/in-one-line/</link>
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		<title>A letter to him…</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The rains were a torrent, cold was setting in. There was a beauty to it, the mirror in her balcony reflecting all the green and wet. Her silly thoughts didn’t escape. He had asked her to write to him. It was never this difficult, she thought. Never! But she wouldn’t give up. She wrapped her [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nehachandok.com/2010/08/22/a-letter-to-him%e2%80%a6/</link>
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		<title>Love story</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Everywhere you turn, there is a love story. A love story waiting to unfold, a love story just beginning, a love story in all it beauty, a love story in all its troubles, a love story looking for the right ending, a love story in all its magnanimity, a love story in all. Some are [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nehachandok.com/2010/08/07/love-story/</link>
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		<title>these words</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Letters you never answered… So many of them lie with me even as I write this.. My words seem to be screaming out of them, crying for you, wild in despair, looking for you, trying to reach you, all this just to get a deaf ear. They change colors with season and the words have [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nehachandok.com/2010/07/13/these-words/</link>
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		<title>Why the first one is the hardest one?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Before you ask me, let me tell you that this post would answer all questions of yours regarding my whereabouts and the reason for no-show, whatsoever. Now, that I have managed to get you all settled, here I go. Life is a journey and well, we all love being travelers. The whole idea of finding [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nehachandok.com/2010/06/27/why-the-first-one-is-the-hardest-one/</link>
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