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<title><![CDATA[You]]></title>
<link>http://subhabratadasgupta.wordpress.com/2012/12/13/you/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2012 13:45:53 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Subhabrata Dasgupta</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[You are magnificent. My friend from a previous birth, you truly are magnificent. You take away the g]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[On grandparents. ]]></title>
<link>http://subhabratadasgupta.wordpress.com/2012/12/12/on-grandparents/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2012 18:30:10 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Subhabrata Dasgupta</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[&#8220;A child needs a grandparent, anybody&#8217;s grandparent, to grow a little more securely into]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[&#8220;A child needs a grandparent, anybody&#8217;s grandparent, to grow a little more securely into]]></content:encoded>
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<title><![CDATA[The other woman.]]></title>
<link>http://subhabratadasgupta.wordpress.com/2012/11/08/the-other-woman/</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2012 18:30:50 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Subhabrata Dasgupta</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[The Artist was dead. He was no more. People mourned his death. Experts talked in important, low voic]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[To someone, who'll never return. . .]]></title>
<link>http://subhabratadasgupta.wordpress.com/2012/10/18/to-someone-wholl-never-return/</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2012 19:37:07 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Subhabrata Dasgupta</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Things are changing rapidly. The change happens right in front of my eyes. Yet, I&#8217;m helpless.]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[Things are changing rapidly. The change happens right in front of my eyes. Yet, I&#8217;m helpless.]]></content:encoded>
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<title><![CDATA[To Maa, with love and so much more. . .]]></title>
<link>http://subhabratadasgupta.wordpress.com/2012/07/30/to-maa-with-love-and-so-and-more/</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2012 18:30:51 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Subhabrata Dasgupta</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[FOREWORD : Sorry for the long post. But, some emotions need more words. Today is &#8220;Mothers]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Move on!!!]]></title>
<link>http://subhabratadasgupta.wordpress.com/2012/05/05/move-on/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 05 May 2012 16:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Subhabrata Dasgupta</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Love is a strange emotion. We all have loved and will love again. &#8220;The special one&#8221; just]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[Love is a strange emotion. We all have loved and will love again. &#8220;The special one&#8221; just]]></content:encoded>
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<title><![CDATA[The morning after (Chapter 2) : Faced with the truth. . . ]]></title>
<link>http://subhabratadasgupta.wordpress.com/2012/04/12/the-morning-after-chapter-2-faced-with-the-truth/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2012 03:37:05 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Subhabrata Dasgupta</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[The morning was a beautiful one. Birds were chirping, and the surroundings were fresh and verdant, f]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[The morning after. . .]]></title>
<link>http://subhabratadasgupta.wordpress.com/2012/04/10/the-morning-after/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2012 19:58:06 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Subhabrata Dasgupta</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[It was really tormenting the mother in her now. Like an arrow, it was piercing through her very stat]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[I'm ready to fly again. . . . . ]]></title>
<link>http://subhabratadasgupta.wordpress.com/2012/02/19/im-ready-to-fly-again/</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2012 17:58:51 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Subhabrata Dasgupta</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Standing by her window , Shweta could feel the cold November breeze on her cheek. Below her window,]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[For soup boys and soup girls. . .]]></title>
<link>http://subhabratadasgupta.wordpress.com/2012/02/17/for-soup-boys-and-soup-girls/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 19:14:44 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Subhabrata Dasgupta</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[This blog is for soup boys and soup girls. &#8220;Kolaveri Di&#8221; is the taste of the season. Its]]></description>
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