<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771663398293735273</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:53:24.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweta</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesinplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771663398293735273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesinplenty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sweta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04958987763893116468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbGyFXhzZh0/S51BS3dhoNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/anhl0oQucPk/S220/20081218071605.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771663398293735273.post-5475296431789350590</id><published>2009-10-10T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T03:06:14.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A HEAVENLY LOVE STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her eyes fly open. There is a lot of light. She covers her eyes with her hands. The Almighty in heaven, smiles to himself. Gabriele, the wise angel cannot help but be curious about the father’s elation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“My dear gabby, don’t you see, my plans are working out, Eve has awoken; and now she will find her Adam, and my labors will be justified. Wait and watch, Gabby, this time I wont lose”, said, God, the Father. Gabriele was very confused as to how the unique couple would meet, for God, in his haste to create eve for the umpteenth time, did not notice Satan running away with poor Eve’s would-be brain. Nonetheless, he did not wish to suffer the same fate as the fallen angels and decided to keep shut and watch on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eve, upon awakening, found herself in utter confusion, “who am I? Where am I?” she thought and knew she could think. Her eyes saw two swans swimming in the lake, and she went towards them. “ooooh pretty!”. Eve went to the swans and played with them, when suddenly, she heard beeping sounds in the background. Eve was startled; she looked around and thought, “Who am I? Where am I?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As her eyes went to her reflection in the lake, she saw letters printed on her beautiful bosom. “FIND ADAM”, they said.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Above, Gabrielle was again reminded that God, the omniscient, always took care to close all loopholes in his plan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eve tried to remember who or what Adam was, but couldn’t. Her vision made her realize of her beauty, “ooooh pretty!” thought the innocent eve and sat down by the lake to admire the preety creature.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beep, beep, beep, “the noise again, where in the paradise is it coming from?” eve looked down and this time saw more letters on her arms. “TURN TO YOUR LEFT”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eve turned left, “not the lake image’s left, you idiot, your left”, came a disembodied heavenly voice. “But I thought that was left”, “ahem, please leave the thinking part to me, will you?” said the arrogant bodiless voice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eve walked and suddenly she forgot what she was doing there. Beep, beep, beep “oh crap, not that sound again! How I wonder where I am and what I am here for”. She came in front of a huge mirror and saw the words again. “FIND ADAM”. Beside the mirror was a big tree laden with fruit. A placard on its trunk wrote, “The tree of knowledge. DO NOT TOUCH”. Eve was about to take a fruit, when she saw a creature walking on its hind legs, a creature that she had never seen before. (And even if she had she did not remember.) “How I wonder who this is?” thought eve. “This, you moron is Adam”. Said the voice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt; And eve saw printed on the creature’s chest, “ADAM”.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She went to him, “oh man, I really can’t say anything for I don’t remember what I was supposed to say”. “Not again Eve, please don’t mess up again” said Adam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All of a sudden, the lights went off, the sun hid behind the clouds, and out of the bushes came a creature riding on a silver Volvo, so handsome and good looking that eve was confident she had never seen him before. He had blood red eyes, and the most perfect face in the paradise. Cold, velvety, marble like, dressed in Versace, he looked at eve and she at him, and she knew he could read her mind and knew she was hungry. “Hi, I am Cullen. Edward Cullen. Wanna go for a ride? We will have some exotic fruits too, what say?” “ Oh my God, YES”, said eve&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And so eve and Edward went riding into the deep forests of paradise.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Shit!” said an angry God, “Satan got me again. I have to stop him from reading stupid vampire love stories! Sorry Adam, better luck next time!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771663398293735273-5475296431789350590?l=hopesinplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesinplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/5475296431789350590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hopesinplenty.blogspot.com/2009/10/heavenly-love-story_10.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771663398293735273/posts/default/5475296431789350590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771663398293735273/posts/default/5475296431789350590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesinplenty.blogspot.com/2009/10/heavenly-love-story_10.html' title='A HEAVENLY LOVE STORY'/><author><name>sweta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04958987763893116468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbGyFXhzZh0/S51BS3dhoNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/anhl0oQucPk/S220/20081218071605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771663398293735273.post-4645672733978641324</id><published>2009-10-10T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T03:05:16.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN HAPPEN TO ANYONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The girl stood looking at her reflection in the little mirror over the washbasin. Her face in the mirror was covered with spots. The spots were not on her face, they were on the mirror, but she thought they made her look ugly anyways. She wondered what made her think of that incident again tonight after so many years. But again, it wasn’t really so many years if you took into account the fact that she realized it just a few years back when she was watching a popular talk show just to pass her time. She had hardly been interested in it, until ten minutes later, she realized, they were talking about something that had happened to her too. But she had never realized it. A blonde girl on the TV screen was telling the hostess about how she had been molested by her own Grandma. That’s when the girl knew the same thing had happened to her too, only it hadn’t been her grandma, but someone just as old. The guy was the landlord of the house where she and her family lived on rent when she was eight. The two families were very close, hence she used to be at their place half the time, and the old guy’s wife was very fond of her. She called her Granny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She wondered now why she’d never told anyone about it. She was sixteen the day she was watching the show. Now she was twenty two. Six years had gone and in these six years, she had pushed this into the back of her mind. She thought now, who was to be blamed for it? She? Who when she was molested was way too young to know what happened to her? Or her parents who never suspected that the old man could do it. Or the whole social upbringing which stopped her from telling her parents about it six years back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771663398293735273-4645672733978641324?l=hopesinplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesinplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/4645672733978641324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hopesinplenty.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-happen-to-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771663398293735273/posts/default/4645672733978641324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771663398293735273/posts/default/4645672733978641324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesinplenty.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-happen-to-anyone.html' title='CAN HAPPEN TO ANYONE'/><author><name>sweta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04958987763893116468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbGyFXhzZh0/S51BS3dhoNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/anhl0oQucPk/S220/20081218071605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771663398293735273.post-4811043356684926429</id><published>2009-10-10T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T02:45:33.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REALITY BITES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;Woke up in the morning to the twins wailing. Charming,as usual slept till late. Used to his princely life,he still hasn't managed to get in-sync with the fact that we can no longer afford maids and servants. Recession has hit us hard,but charming still lives in his own world of perfumes,cloaks and curls. I’ve asked him a thousand times to find a job,but truth is,who will give a spoilt,arrogant, blonde man in his forties,who demands a carpet under his feet and a page by his side,a job?The twins too are becoming more like their father every minute. God! How I wish I hadn’t asked Fairy Godmother to send me to the ball. At that time I was a young,stary eyed girl trapped in the idea of the prince who would come&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to free me, the damsel in disteress; to whom Charimng’s love and attention came as a God send or rather a Fairy god-mother send.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;Did I made a mistake then? I really don’t know. Ever since the maids have left,I feel I am back in my stepmom’s house,working &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;24*7.Its actually a miracle that I can still work, Ten years of comfortable living hasn’t made me lazy.I wash clothes,cook for four people,manage two kids and a husband who is more a child than an adult and on top of it I also clean his mirror for him so that he can stare his pretty face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;I wonder if life would have been different if hadn’t gone to the ball. I’m sure I would have found some means to run away from stepmom’s place. I can take care of myself. I could have found work at Sleeping Beauty or Rapunzel’s castle. Atleast then I would get paid to do the same drudgery that i do now for free. But at stepmom’s place, i would atleast have had the consolation that the ill-luck of slavery had been put on me without any choice of mine. But living here,the fact that I’ve brought this fate on me myself, stings me everytime i wash Charming’s dirty trousers. I can’t leave alone,my twins would die of hunger(and Charming won’t even notice). I can’t take them away with me either . I won’t earn enough to feed one,let alone three mouths. If I&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;take a job staying here,I’ll be doing twice the work I do now for more or less nothing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;The money Charming’s parents left,won’t last long. I’ve tried to train him at house-work,but that man has talent for nothing other than admiring his now-withering looks. I asked him to take a job as a stale hand as I was under the impression he was good with horses ,but then I learnt he can only ride them,period. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;Fairy Godmother has stopped attending to any calls from anyone,says,there isn’t enough magic to take care of everyone’s lives.In these dark times,she is saving the little left for her own happily ever-after.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;So,how do I get my happily everafter? why did all of us keep waiting for the prince to come to us? was there ever a happily ever after or was it all an illusion. Just because the fairy tale endend at that happy note,doesn’t mean it would come true.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771663398293735273-4811043356684926429?l=hopesinplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopesinplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/4811043356684926429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hopesinplenty.blogspot.com/2009/10/reality-bites.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771663398293735273/posts/default/4811043356684926429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771663398293735273/posts/default/4811043356684926429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopesinplenty.blogspot.com/2009/10/reality-bites.html' title='REALITY BITES!!!'/><author><name>sweta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04958987763893116468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbGyFXhzZh0/S51BS3dhoNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/anhl0oQucPk/S220/20081218071605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
