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	<title>Swati Sani &#187; Prose n&#8217; Poetry</title>
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	<description>But I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep...</description>
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		<title>One.</title>
		<link>http://swatisani.net/blog/2009/12/18/one/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 14:07:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>swatisani</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Chronicles]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[English Poems]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Prose n' Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The year was 1991, early June. We wanted to feel alive, what better way than go hang-gliding? He would pick me up at 4.30 AM and we would ride on his bike to the outskirts of the city to this adventure camp where we learnt hang-gliding. Years have passed us by but every time I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My love. Tarique.</title>
		<link>http://swatisani.net/blog/2009/09/19/my-love-tarique/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 10:32:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>swatisani</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Hindi poems]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://swatisani.net/blog/?p=1086</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[मेरी हर बात शुरू तुमसे, खत्म तुमसे, मेरी हर साँस, हर जुनूं तुमसे. 19th September 1991, It was a hot September afternoon just as it is today, and we had chocolate cake spread all over. Those two hours I will always remember in graphic details 19th September 1992 Alibaug &#8211; a pristine beach and the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>One evening in the month of May</title>
		<link>http://swatisani.net/blog/2009/08/10/one-evening-in-the-month-of-may/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 10:25:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>swatisani</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[English Poems]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Prose n' Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[india]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[nagpur]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sunset]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[telenkhedilake]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[On a hot day in the month of May this year standing by the lakeside trying to soothe myself with the slight breeze that blew over the cool, deep waters of the lake I wrote these lines: Setting sun resplendent in shades of blue and yellow so desperately beautiful. Little does it convey the darkness [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sangita &#8211; आज फिर शुरू हुआ जीवन</title>
		<link>http://swatisani.net/blog/2009/07/31/sangita-%e0%a4%86%e0%a4%9c-%e0%a4%ab%e0%a4%bf%e0%a4%b0-%e0%a4%b6%e0%a5%81%e0%a4%b0%e0%a5%82-%e0%a4%b9%e0%a5%81%e0%a4%86-%e0%a4%9c%e0%a5%80%e0%a4%b5%e0%a4%a8/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2009 13:38:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>swatisani</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Inspirations]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Stories and Anecdotes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[friends]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[growing up]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hindi poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sangita]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://swatisani.net/blog/?p=980</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[At 18,  I was a shy girl. Extremely introvert, I was petrified of public speaking . It was she who insisted I go on the stage and give &#8220;Vote of Thanks&#8221; in one of the Rotract club event.  &#8220;Not doing it is not an option&#8221; she admonished. That was the beginning and Sangita has been [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Catharsis</title>
		<link>http://swatisani.net/blog/2009/07/26/catharsis/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2009 13:06:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>swatisani</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[English Poems]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Prose n' Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[relationships]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sunset]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://swatisani.net/blog/?p=967</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[A long time ago, there was a young girl, in love with a boy who said he loved her but can not marry her for reasons not known. The girl was sad, disappointed and angry at being rejected and knew she must learn to deal with it. It was one evening in the month of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>कभी न सोचा था प्यार बाँटा तो दर्द पाऊँगी</title>
		<link>http://swatisani.net/blog/2009/07/18/%e0%a4%95%e0%a4%ad%e0%a5%80-%e0%a4%a8-%e0%a4%b8%e0%a5%8b%e0%a4%9a%e0%a4%be-%e0%a4%a5%e0%a4%be-%e0%a4%aa%e0%a5%8d%e0%a4%af%e0%a4%be%e0%a4%b0-%e0%a4%ac%e0%a4%be%e0%a4%81%e0%a4%9f%e0%a4%be-%e0%a4%a4/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 07:46:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>swatisani</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Hindi poems]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Prose n' Poetry]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://swatisani.net/blog/?p=919</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[कभी न सोचा था प्यार बाँटा तो दर्द पाऊँगी कभी न सोचा था कि दर्द होगा तो इतना कि उसे न बाँट पाऊँगी वक्त लगता है संभलने में मगर यकीं है मुझे कि संभल जाऊँगी]]></description>
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		<title>कुछ आँसूं कुछ मोती</title>
		<link>http://swatisani.net/blog/2009/07/15/%e0%a4%95%e0%a5%81%e0%a4%9b-%e0%a4%86%e0%a4%81%e0%a4%b8%e0%a5%82%e0%a4%82-%e0%a4%95%e0%a5%81%e0%a4%9b-%e0%a4%ae%e0%a5%8b%e0%a4%a4%e0%a5%80/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 06:20:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>swatisani</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Hindi poems]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Prose n' Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Sangita is a friend who shares my love for poetry and was one of the very few readers of my early writings. When she visited my site yesterday, she wanted to know as to why have I not published any of my new Hindi poetry here &#8211; I promised her I will and here it [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Friends forever</title>
		<link>http://swatisani.net/blog/2009/07/12/friends-forever/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 06:37:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>swatisani</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Prose n' Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Stories and Anecdotes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[alpana]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[friend]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://swatisani.net/blog/?p=873</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I have not heard from her since ages, last time I called her she was busy shifting back to India from another country and we could hardly talk. Cute and petite, she was the life of our group. Her anecdotes with smatterings of &#8220;uno bola, to fir main boli&#8221; in typical Hyderabadi style kept the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Gulgul</title>
		<link>http://swatisani.net/blog/2009/07/09/gulgul/</link>
		<comments>http://swatisani.net/blog/2009/07/09/gulgul/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 07:15:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>swatisani</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Prose n' Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Stories and Anecdotes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[feminism]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[girlchild]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[shortstory]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://swatisani.net/blog/?p=792</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Go straight inside baby&#8221; Bhiku the rickshaw wala told her before dropping her off at the gate. It was the month of July, schools had just re-opened and all of 8 year old, Gulgul, the girl with chubby cheeks felt liberated. It had rained heavily in the afternoon and at 4 o&#8217;clock when the school [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Life</title>
		<link>http://swatisani.net/blog/2009/07/05/life/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2009 12:51:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>swatisani</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[English Poems]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Prose n' Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[In the midst of a crisis whenever you find life going dry… barren… Remember Love Is and Life Is.]]></description>
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