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		<title>Roasted cashew nuts</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 04:48:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Shail</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[memoirs]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[cashew nuts]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[L &amp; M]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The Lord and Master (L&#38; M) and I were walking down the aisles of Spencer’s Daily one fine day, whiling away the time waiting for the fish we had bought, to be cleaned and cut. I stepped over to where the breads were kept, eyeing the fresh batch of roti that had arrived debating whether [...]]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;Do you work??&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://shailsnest.com/wp/life/do-you-work/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 04:53:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Shail</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[creative expressions]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[life]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[career woman]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[homemaker]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[work]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[working woman]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ 
They ask me the same question all the time, every single time without fail, “Do you work??” Sometimes I wonder if it is a conspiracy. Hey let’s ask Shail whether she works. Its fun!! She might just explode into a million colorful bits one of these days and its not even Diwali yet. Sweet-natured [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Don&#8217;t come closer&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://shailsnest.com/wp/poetry/dont-come-closer/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 02:39:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Shail</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[close]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[verse]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ 
Don’t come closer
Now that you have gone farther 
Any step nearer
Makes me in fear quiver
 
Once… I let you touch my heart
Draw me out of my past
You rowed me ashore
Showed me heaven’s door
 
In your love transformed
A new ‘I’ had formed
Pure and untainted
I was joy unalloyed 
 
No longer alone
The world I seemed to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Amma&#8217;s Jagjit Singh</title>
		<link>http://shailsnest.com/wp/memoirs/ammas-jagjit-singh/</link>
		<comments>http://shailsnest.com/wp/memoirs/ammas-jagjit-singh/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 04:39:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Shail</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[creative expressions]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[memoirs]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[ghazal]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[jagjit singh]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[music]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shailsnest.com/wp/?p=97</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[That historic (to me) day had dawned just like any other. There had been no inkling of the perfect gift that Fate had in store for me. I was returning home as usual from my evening walk at Sevoke Road Cantonment area.. Even as I neared my house, I heard this divine music wafting down [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Oh Sita!</title>
		<link>http://shailsnest.com/wp/poetry/oh-sita/</link>
		<comments>http://shailsnest.com/wp/poetry/oh-sita/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 03:11:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Shail</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[sita]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Oh Sita Divine
Mother mine
Won’t you tell your mother
Her love to shower
On a lonely soul
Forlorn and cold&#8230;
When in anguish you cried
With her arms opened wide
She took you back home
Never let you roam.
I was not found in Mithila
To be raised by King Janaka
Not traversed dark forests
With Rama and Lakshmana.
No golden deer have I espied
By ten headed Ravana [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Money tree (bush, plant or vine)</title>
		<link>http://shailsnest.com/wp/humor/money-tree-bush-plant-or-vine/</link>
		<comments>http://shailsnest.com/wp/humor/money-tree-bush-plant-or-vine/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 04:13:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Shail</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[featured@sulekha.com]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[money]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[tree]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ 
Money, I have heard my parents mention, does not grow on trees. I found the statement to be quite true in subsequent years, for never did I find one with money growing on it. The statement came in quite handy when it was my turn to bring up my own monkeys… err children. “Money [...]]]></description>
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		<title>&#8216;Bad Behavior&#8217;</title>
		<link>http://shailsnest.com/wp/humor/bad-behavior/</link>
		<comments>http://shailsnest.com/wp/humor/bad-behavior/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 10:53:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Shail</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[bad behaviour]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ 
I am cross and positively bristling with indignation, obviously the righteous kind. Well may you ask the reason why. Don’t even dream of telling me to cool down. Ha! Would you be doing that kind sirs and beautiful madams if you were in my shoes?? More likely that I’d find red hot flame spewing [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Non-Workers??</title>
		<link>http://shailsnest.com/wp/life/the-non-workers/</link>
		<comments>http://shailsnest.com/wp/life/the-non-workers/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Sep 2008 05:02:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Shail</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[creative expressions]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[life]]></category>

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		<category><![CDATA[homemaker]]></category>

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		<category><![CDATA[working woman]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Working Woman. Interesting words that. What do they mean? The logical conclusion would be a woman who works. Woman. We all know what that means. So lets stick to the other word and find out what it means.
Work says Answers.com, is physical or mental effort or activity directed toward the production or accomplishment of something; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>You killed me yesterday&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://shailsnest.com/wp/poetry/you-killed-me-yesterday/</link>
		<comments>http://shailsnest.com/wp/poetry/you-killed-me-yesterday/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 02:58:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Shail</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[kill]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[you]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ 
You killed me yesterday 
when defenseless I lay 
in your arms.
In love with you
longing for you
lost in the depths of your eyes
 
You killed me yesterday
when defenseless I lay 
in your arms. 
Your words 
sharp as swords
sliced my heart neatly in two.
 
You killed me yesterday
when defenseless I lay 
in your arms.
As I lay [...]]]></description>
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		<title>When love calls&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://shailsnest.com/wp/fiction/when-love-calls/</link>
		<comments>http://shailsnest.com/wp/fiction/when-love-calls/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 02:46:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Shail</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[featured@sulekha.com]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[love; romance]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[short story]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[-  A short story

She was miserable. Her heart felt heavy. The tears ready to flow. He doesn&#8217;t love me. I know he doesn&#8217;t love me. Loneliness enveloped her. Unbidden dark thoughts filled her mind. Cutting through it, like a ray of sunshine escaping the dark clouds, memories of the times she had felt so close [...]]]></description>
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