<?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-7334607700106926666</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:04:39.868-08:00</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='support'/><category term='Euphoria'/><category term='bliss'/><category term='night'/><category term='wait'/><category term='care'/><category term='change'/><category term='nature'/><category term='Puzzle'/><category term='general'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='hope'/><category term='you'/><category term='smile'/><category term='Joy'/><category term='World'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='soul'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='fresh'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='canvas'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='ambition'/><category term='eternity'/><category term='Pebble'/><category term='confusion'/><category term='observation'/><category term='thunder'/><category term='stage'/><category term='silence'/><category term='droplet'/><category term='father'/><category term='success'/><category term='realization'/><category term='dream'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='spirituality'/><category term='heart'/><category term='Special'/><category term='illusion'/><category term='awareness'/><category term='life'/><category term='introspection'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='Beach'/><category term='people'/><category term='brush'/><category term='dilemma'/><category term='discover'/><category term='Fool'/><category term='sacrifice'/><category term='incomplete'/><category term='flame'/><category term='pain'/><category term='search'/><category term='colors'/><category term='sandcastle'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Free'/><category term='love'/><category term='Pearl'/><title type='text'>As I Ponder’d in Silence...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-249491617912396057</id><published>2012-02-16T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T00:47:36.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OqFtizKIZMs/Tz4GAZZw2RI/AAAAAAAACmk/t601az813hc/s1600/1274515758808188.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OqFtizKIZMs/Tz4GAZZw2RI/AAAAAAAACmk/t601az813hc/s320/1274515758808188.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710007981441079570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Roads are lovely, except for turns&lt;br /&gt;Walk with me till the one comes&lt;br /&gt;Few more steps with trust and doubt&lt;br /&gt;No promises or bind on this route&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle some sunshine, add drops of rain&lt;br /&gt;Spice it up with giggle, beautify the lane&lt;br /&gt;This purple evening, sweet lilac smell&lt;br /&gt;Enormous Reminiscence, we’ll forever dwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time will fly, memories will churn&lt;br /&gt;New roads to walk, new bends to turn&lt;br /&gt;Some day, some bend…we’ll meet again,&lt;br /&gt;Search for sunshine and laugh once again.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-249491617912396057?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/249491617912396057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=249491617912396057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/249491617912396057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/249491617912396057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2012/02/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OqFtizKIZMs/Tz4GAZZw2RI/AAAAAAAACmk/t601az813hc/s72-c/1274515758808188.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-7450611050747786349</id><published>2012-01-31T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T22:59:00.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'># 4 and # 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gmcl6bEGjNQ/TyjU5B8Z8wI/AAAAAAAACjU/37SaCP1UZQU/s1600/18122010338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gmcl6bEGjNQ/TyjU5B8Z8wI/AAAAAAAACjU/37SaCP1UZQU/s320/18122010338.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704043004304159490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IOzb6nuf05s/TyjUzr78ruI/AAAAAAAACjI/MJ2iKPfQuro/s1600/26122010342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IOzb6nuf05s/TyjUzr78ruI/AAAAAAAACjI/MJ2iKPfQuro/s320/26122010342.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704042912497315554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of paintings I made last year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-7450611050747786349?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/7450611050747786349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=7450611050747786349' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/7450611050747786349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/7450611050747786349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-and-5-old-paintings.html' title='# 4 and # 5'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gmcl6bEGjNQ/TyjU5B8Z8wI/AAAAAAAACjU/37SaCP1UZQU/s72-c/18122010338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-8303188354825130565</id><published>2012-01-16T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T01:11:21.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>a little of you, a little of me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QjvhDxO7uwk/TxRkwYJ3onI/AAAAAAAAChI/3ZhPQ6E7qpQ/s1600/tumblr_l3bo5g6m3W1qbqn53o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QjvhDxO7uwk/TxRkwYJ3onI/AAAAAAAAChI/3ZhPQ6E7qpQ/s320/tumblr_l3bo5g6m3W1qbqn53o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698290210810864242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little of you, a little of me&lt;br /&gt;I smile and wonder how it could be,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t recall since how long&lt;br /&gt;You are with me so steady, so strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your presence around is my happiness key&lt;br /&gt;You extend the comfort beyond the sea&lt;br /&gt;It is not all that I want to say, &lt;br /&gt;One gaze of yours takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like music, too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;When you say I bring out the best in you&lt;br /&gt;Having you by my side sets me free&lt;br /&gt;O dear, your love is my poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can go on and on&lt;br /&gt;Just like our story moves on&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;How we are apart but still together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we are not two.&lt;br /&gt;You are me. I am you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I love you, more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I know you’ll whisper, I’ll always love you.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-8303188354825130565?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/8303188354825130565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=8303188354825130565' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/8303188354825130565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/8303188354825130565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-of-you-little-of-me.html' title='a little of you, a little of me!'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QjvhDxO7uwk/TxRkwYJ3onI/AAAAAAAAChI/3ZhPQ6E7qpQ/s72-c/tumblr_l3bo5g6m3W1qbqn53o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-5911340419028788223</id><published>2012-01-04T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T00:22:12.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pour it like they do!</title><content type='html'>No attempt to write poetry. I know I have lost the grasp over it these days. But, it is one of those times when you just seek for wings of words to let your heart fly. When all you feel like doing is sharing it with someone. It may not be an innate thought. There lies a series of inspirations and circumstances. You just want to write as you see everything around is futile. And you pen it down abruptly. But at the end of it, it makes a difference. You get this inner satiated feeling that nothing else brings to. So yes, pour, be it a poem or a piece of contemplation. Just pour it like thousands of clouds above are meant to; Pour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-5911340419028788223?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/5911340419028788223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=5911340419028788223' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/5911340419028788223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/5911340419028788223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2012/01/pour-it-like-they-do.html' title='Pour it like they do!'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-4695739127588942878</id><published>2011-12-18T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T22:20:01.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'># 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qmb5B5QEXPc/Tu7XWEurI6I/AAAAAAAACew/HQtqnzaZ_x8/s1600/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qmb5B5QEXPc/Tu7XWEurI6I/AAAAAAAACew/HQtqnzaZ_x8/s320/123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687720153642116002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried my hand on abstract painting. You are free to interpret the message inside ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-4695739127588942878?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4695739127588942878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=4695739127588942878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/4695739127588942878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/4695739127588942878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2011/12/3.html' title='# 3'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qmb5B5QEXPc/Tu7XWEurI6I/AAAAAAAACew/HQtqnzaZ_x8/s72-c/123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-7545078966681299118</id><published>2011-04-13T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T01:12:16.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>The past untold, the time gone by&lt;br /&gt;The long evening walks under the blue sky&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom we shared; small things we cared,&lt;br /&gt;Love fostered within and grew day by day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excuses to meet, sms and calls&lt;br /&gt;Laughter we had in the corner's coffee shop&lt;br /&gt;Sudden outing plans at the last moment&lt;br /&gt;Few were hit and few were flop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trivial talks in just a random way&lt;br /&gt;The toast we raised on a smallest joy&lt;br /&gt;Remember those pranks we secretly played?&lt;br /&gt;And the fights on 'who's gonna pay!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That movie together we watched in the hall,&lt;br /&gt;And the meal we cooked was not bad at all,&lt;br /&gt;Bonfire. The melody. The company fine.&lt;br /&gt;Together we danced on cloud number nine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road was twisted with many turns&lt;br /&gt;But the journey didn't seem long!&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the tune of unforgettable days&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm composing a nostalgic song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-7545078966681299118?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/7545078966681299118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=7545078966681299118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/7545078966681299118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/7545078966681299118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2011/04/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-6633135495650106541</id><published>2011-01-28T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T00:24:55.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>no tomorrow</title><content type='html'>My bag is empty, my act is done&lt;br /&gt;The lights are tired… music undone&lt;br /&gt;I walk further, spotlight follows me,&lt;br /&gt;And I wave at the faces I’ve never seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly spotlight dims just a little&lt;br /&gt;I smile. It suits to show a fake riddle&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s time to drop a curtain!&lt;br /&gt;Later, dead applause will remain,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll have to come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only for a night, I don’t have to be there&lt;br /&gt;No tricks, ashes, words to borrow;&lt;br /&gt;In the world outside this caged stage,&lt;br /&gt;All I will have is... no tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-6633135495650106541?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6633135495650106541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=6633135495650106541' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/6633135495650106541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/6633135495650106541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-only.html' title='no tomorrow'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-4175984425244261861</id><published>2010-11-30T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T04:56:05.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>white silk curtain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Black night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the white silk curtain between us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The translucence and those eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Mirror eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Restless silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Absent presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Just a careless instance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless night, passing yet still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one impulsive wave with blossom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking everything in its embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the white silk curtain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Those eyes, mirror eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Still unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Love, still unyielding&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-4175984425244261861?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4175984425244261861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=4175984425244261861' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/4175984425244261861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/4175984425244261861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/11/white-silk-curtain.html' title='white silk curtain...'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-8142189424466927592</id><published>2010-09-01T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T05:19:25.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>between lines...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/TH6PbXM-ZLI/AAAAAAAAA7s/1SuVZaaWyA0/s1600/twilight-eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/TH6PbXM-ZLI/AAAAAAAAA7s/1SuVZaaWyA0/s320/twilight-eclipse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512000694195741874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between Faith and Deception &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;created by fear, somewhere inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tied with a thin thread of Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this struggle will End!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-8142189424466927592?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/8142189424466927592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=8142189424466927592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/8142189424466927592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/8142189424466927592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='between lines...'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/TH6PbXM-ZLI/AAAAAAAAA7s/1SuVZaaWyA0/s72-c/twilight-eclipse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-240117469791612671</id><published>2010-05-29T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T09:34:08.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer sky</title><content type='html'>A sweep of gold --&lt;br /&gt;A slash of crimson --&lt;br /&gt;Few lilac patches in the summer evening sky&lt;br /&gt;Sunbeam gaze --&lt;br /&gt;Warm breeze -- &lt;br /&gt;Like an artist put his canvas to dry&lt;br /&gt;Grey clouds clutter when sweltering winds blow&lt;br /&gt;They steal these colors to paint the next rainbow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-240117469791612671?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/240117469791612671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=240117469791612671' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/240117469791612671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/240117469791612671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-sky.html' title='Summer sky'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-1232377638480067497</id><published>2010-05-12T23:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:00:16.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ambition'/><title type='text'>What if...</title><content type='html'>What if… I’d marry a girl I loved in my college days?&lt;br /&gt;What if… I’d spent some more quality time with my family?&lt;br /&gt;What if… I’d not followed the path that others chose for me?&lt;br /&gt;What if… I’d not hurt my best friend on that small issue?&lt;br /&gt;What if… I’d celebrated my success a little more instead of planning for the next milestone immediately?&lt;br /&gt;What if… I’d died less and lived more everyday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are many such ‘what ifs’ in our lives, for which we don’t apply reasons or logic at the time they happen. We just put them in different envelopes of time and stamp them with fear, carelessness, competition, ego and anxiety. We post them to ourselves but after receiving, we keep them unopened till the time comes when it’s too late to apply reasons or logic on them. And we wake up one day repenting..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-1232377638480067497?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/1232377638480067497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=1232377638480067497' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/1232377638480067497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/1232377638480067497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-if.html' title='What if...'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-4441594594734885235</id><published>2010-03-13T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T08:52:36.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incomplete'/><title type='text'>Incomplete lines</title><content type='html'>What happens to incomplete lines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they dry up like a plucked flower in the sun&lt;br /&gt;And lose the charm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do they vanish in the air like camphor&lt;br /&gt;And disappear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be they sink in the sea of time&lt;br /&gt;And never come up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or they are just wiped out by another wave&lt;br /&gt;Like the words on the sand of a shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do they explode inside heart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-4441594594734885235?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4441594594734885235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=4441594594734885235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/4441594594734885235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/4441594594734885235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/03/incomplete-lines.html' title='Incomplete lines'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-4434987019253815185</id><published>2010-02-26T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T02:24:45.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special'/><title type='text'>I feel the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/S4fao0h1qBI/AAAAAAAAAsg/wtaqHHPcC-Y/s1600-h/yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/S4fao0h1qBI/AAAAAAAAAsg/wtaqHHPcC-Y/s320/yellow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442559069530728466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some illusions I recall&lt;br /&gt;May be, I didn’t know clouds at all!&lt;br /&gt;Dazzling stars were playing seek and hide&lt;br /&gt;But now I feel the sun from both the side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things I am grateful for&lt;br /&gt;Once I start counting score,&lt;br /&gt;A song of thanksgiving's just not enough&lt;br /&gt;It deserves much much more stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the merry heartbeats sing&lt;br /&gt;With the whole glad world around&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear together&lt;br /&gt;Voice of love in every sound!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-4434987019253815185?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4434987019253815185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=4434987019253815185' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/4434987019253815185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/4434987019253815185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-sun.html' title='I feel the sun'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/S4fao0h1qBI/AAAAAAAAAsg/wtaqHHPcC-Y/s72-c/yellow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-5871465241728685157</id><published>2010-02-10T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T23:50:25.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fresh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>A fresh start!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/S3o1_2qJiEI/AAAAAAAAAr4/H_8OHWQ_oQE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/S3o1_2qJiEI/AAAAAAAAAr4/H_8OHWQ_oQE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438718871123626050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel like nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;Sitting near a window having a cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;Just want to let the sun rays gleam my face&lt;br /&gt;Let the songbirds chuckle, &lt;br /&gt;Let the blossom of flowers fill my heart&lt;br /&gt;In the spring… want to have a fresh start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old memories, adieu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-5871465241728685157?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/5871465241728685157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=5871465241728685157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/5871465241728685157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/5871465241728685157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/02/fresh-start.html' title='A fresh start!'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/S3o1_2qJiEI/AAAAAAAAAr4/H_8OHWQ_oQE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-8300060640738299983</id><published>2010-01-15T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:04:59.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/S1BJhI5QYnI/AAAAAAAAAoY/QUuP_QevpMw/s1600-h/AP2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/S1BJhI5QYnI/AAAAAAAAAoY/QUuP_QevpMw/s320/AP2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426918384653591154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another one from my kitty! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-8300060640738299983?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/8300060640738299983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=8300060640738299983' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/8300060640738299983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/8300060640738299983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/art-piece-ii.html' title='# 2'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/S1BJhI5QYnI/AAAAAAAAAoY/QUuP_QevpMw/s72-c/AP2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-348680907814297910</id><published>2010-01-14T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:05:37.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puzzle'/><title type='text'>Jig-saw</title><content type='html'>Look, a child is striving here and there &lt;br /&gt;To understand this new territory  &lt;br /&gt;Trying to interlock a jigsaw riddle&lt;br /&gt;By putting pieces of life together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s just nearly done&lt;br /&gt;But searching for a portion&lt;br /&gt;Slipped away out of focus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will give up… go back 'n eagerly search again -&lt;br /&gt;The bits and pieces of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;To make his puzzle complete!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-348680907814297910?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/348680907814297910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=348680907814297910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/348680907814297910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/348680907814297910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/jig-saw.html' title='Jig-saw'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-8881354742638724726</id><published>2010-01-08T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:06:13.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/S0c8NjD6hSI/AAAAAAAAAoI/hu7KXgI34zU/s1600-h/m1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/S0c8NjD6hSI/AAAAAAAAAoI/hu7KXgI34zU/s320/m1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424370479638676770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a brush and paint palette in my hand after so long! Just trying to make this dull phase of life a bit interesting by experimenting with colors!&lt;br /&gt;Killing Time Creatively! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-8881354742638724726?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/8881354742638724726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=8881354742638724726' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/8881354742638724726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/8881354742638724726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/art-piece-i.html' title='# 1'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/S0c8NjD6hSI/AAAAAAAAAoI/hu7KXgI34zU/s72-c/m1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-6916088329846964247</id><published>2009-12-19T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:07:03.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pebble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandcastle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><title type='text'>Pebbles and the pearl</title><content type='html'>Saffron skyline was her aspiration to reach&lt;br /&gt;She was walking alone, early morning on a beach&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the thundering ocean wave&lt;br /&gt;She found few pebbles on the shore pave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a child does, she made a sandcastle&lt;br /&gt;And embellished it with her vivid pebble&lt;br /&gt;Whispering the jingle of an old lovely carol,&lt;br /&gt;Ocean zephyr was drying up her castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another roaring tide dragged away the fort&lt;br /&gt;And her pebbles too went along to escort  &lt;br /&gt;Alas! She spilled her desires deep inside the ocean&lt;br /&gt;But taking a back step, she found a shell open&lt;br /&gt;Holding the saffron pearl in her palm, soon realized the girl&lt;br /&gt;She was behind pebbles but was destined to the pearl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-6916088329846964247?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6916088329846964247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=6916088329846964247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/6916088329846964247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/6916088329846964247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/pebbles-and-pearl.html' title='Pebbles and the pearl'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-6018148025831632947</id><published>2009-11-24T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T08:57:33.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>The fool in me!</title><content type='html'>I love the fool in me&lt;br /&gt;The one who feels too much, &lt;br /&gt;Thinks too much,&lt;br /&gt;Talks too much,&lt;br /&gt;Sees too many dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Takes too many chances,&lt;br /&gt;Wins sometimes and loses often,&lt;br /&gt;Struggles with mood swings often,&lt;br /&gt;Loves and hates,&lt;br /&gt;Hurts and gets hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Promises and breaks promises,&lt;br /&gt;Sings and giggles,&lt;br /&gt;Laughs... and cries...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-6018148025831632947?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6018148025831632947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=6018148025831632947' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/6018148025831632947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/6018148025831632947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/fool-in-me.html' title='The fool in me!'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-1277348405956544919</id><published>2009-10-01T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:08:10.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Just free</title><content type='html'>I am free…&lt;br /&gt;Free as a bird&lt;br /&gt;Free from all prisons&lt;br /&gt;Just as free as I was before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need to ask questions to myself&lt;br /&gt;And no need to seek for answers inside&lt;br /&gt;Smile has just patched up with me &lt;br /&gt;‘n joy will friend me again, soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-1277348405956544919?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/1277348405956544919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=1277348405956544919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/1277348405956544919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/1277348405956544919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/10/free.html' title='Just free'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-1003935247826996158</id><published>2009-09-22T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T08:15:47.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World'/><title type='text'>Solitude</title><content type='html'>I've created a small world,&lt;br /&gt;My own word where stays -&lt;br /&gt;My dreams and hopes, deeper in my mind&lt;br /&gt;My tunes and songs, sole of their kind&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts and feelings, like an eternal stream &lt;br /&gt;My moods and smiles, always make me gleam&lt;br /&gt;The world where I can always be me&lt;br /&gt;The world where I've discovered new me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-1003935247826996158?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/1003935247826996158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=1003935247826996158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/1003935247826996158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/1003935247826996158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-me.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-7512168169042312401</id><published>2009-08-19T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:09:23.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canvas'/><title type='text'>Paint my world!</title><content type='html'>I took the brush in my hand to paint some colors of happiness&lt;br /&gt;But the brush was already filled with the dark color of soreness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To spread it on the canvas, I took a little pink&lt;br /&gt;But the picture was screwed by the past grey ink &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed the brush with the water of last tears&lt;br /&gt;N repainted the canvas with two white layers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the strokes of colors look so live and bright &lt;br /&gt;They have hidden the shades of the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d make sure, palette of sorrow doesn’t touch my brush again&lt;br /&gt;N I’ll fill my canvas with the shades of happiness again and again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-7512168169042312401?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/7512168169042312401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=7512168169042312401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/7512168169042312401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/7512168169042312401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/08/colors-of-happiness.html' title='Paint my world!'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-5735722345611152805</id><published>2009-07-09T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:10:08.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thunder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='droplet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><title type='text'>Droplets...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/SlXt9_z-5II/AAAAAAAAAd4/fCb9urm2U3Q/s1600-h/20050502_013620_first_rain_view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/SlXt9_z-5II/AAAAAAAAAd4/fCb9urm2U3Q/s320/20050502_013620_first_rain_view.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356448981184341122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roar of thunders disturbed me last night&lt;br /&gt;But today’s rays have made the morning bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I missed the first rain&lt;br /&gt;Few droplets I found on my windowpane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grass is greener, brown soil has turned red&lt;br /&gt;Air is damp and clouds are making shed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool wind is blowing softer than a sigh&lt;br /&gt;When’ll you melt again...I’m looking at the sky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-5735722345611152805?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/5735722345611152805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=5735722345611152805' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/5735722345611152805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/5735722345611152805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/07/droplets.html' title='Droplets...'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/SlXt9_z-5II/AAAAAAAAAd4/fCb9urm2U3Q/s72-c/20050502_013620_first_rain_view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-3339171270764197339</id><published>2009-07-01T01:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T05:26:34.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacrifice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>In love..?</title><content type='html'>Words do not suffice&lt;br /&gt;A matter of sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Why one falls in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a subject of wises&lt;br /&gt;The person never rises&lt;br /&gt;Why one falls in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some momentary thrills&lt;br /&gt;And unnecessary frills&lt;br /&gt;Why one falls in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of expectations&lt;br /&gt;Outta imaginations&lt;br /&gt;Why one falls in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather die&lt;br /&gt;Instead of such daily fry&lt;br /&gt;Never fall in love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-3339171270764197339?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3339171270764197339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=3339171270764197339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/3339171270764197339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/3339171270764197339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-love.html' title='In love..?'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-6038079647419612154</id><published>2009-06-25T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:11:12.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternity'/><title type='text'>I'm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/SkMuuvsV0YI/AAAAAAAAAdc/OoDCNEZXY4g/s1600-h/candle_flame_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/SkMuuvsV0YI/AAAAAAAAAdc/OoDCNEZXY4g/s320/candle_flame_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351172162857587074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an eternal flame! &lt;br /&gt;The flame which illumines some poor’s hovel&lt;br /&gt;The flame which glows in the lamp of the shrine&lt;br /&gt;The flame which brightens granny’s eyes seeing her son’s son&lt;br /&gt;The flame which lightens the heart of a lover seeing 'her' smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a flame of faith the believer keeps in his God&lt;br /&gt;I'm a flame of love the mother has for her child&lt;br /&gt;I'm a flame of audacity the warrior shows for his nation&lt;br /&gt;I'm a flame of liberty the slave wants from his slavery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can fade my blaze but cannot put me out &lt;br /&gt;I will always burn inside you day in day out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-6038079647419612154?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6038079647419612154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=6038079647419612154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/6038079647419612154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/6038079647419612154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/06/im.html' title='I&apos;m...'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/SkMuuvsV0YI/AAAAAAAAAdc/OoDCNEZXY4g/s72-c/candle_flame_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-460059897606845697</id><published>2009-06-20T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T23:52:41.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><title type='text'>Pa</title><content type='html'>It's Father's Day tomorrow! And here's something for you papa! A small pre-gift from your daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/Sjy8HUsGbRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/q3l3nCEuizA/s1600-h/father-daughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/Sjy8HUsGbRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/q3l3nCEuizA/s320/father-daughter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349357291408092434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one who’s&lt;br /&gt;ready to catch me before I fall&lt;br /&gt;but instead picks me up,&lt;br /&gt;brushes me off,&lt;br /&gt;and lets me try again.&lt;br /&gt;You are the one who&lt;br /&gt;wants to keep me from making mistakes&lt;br /&gt;but instead lets me find my own way, &lt;br /&gt;even though your heart breaks in silence&lt;br /&gt;when I get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;You are the one who&lt;br /&gt;holds me when I cry,&lt;br /&gt;scolds me when I break the rules,&lt;br /&gt;shines with pride when I succeed,&lt;br /&gt;and has faith in me even when I fail...&lt;br /&gt;Love you, Dad! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-460059897606845697?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/460059897606845697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=460059897606845697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/460059897606845697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/460059897606845697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/06/pa.html' title='Pa'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/Sjy8HUsGbRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/q3l3nCEuizA/s72-c/father-daughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-6619384490388308882</id><published>2009-06-18T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:12:07.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>Walking down the aisle</title><content type='html'>Today I am blank. My mind is void. In fact, these days I am not getting concrete ideas to write something wealthy and inspiring. Suddenly, things have turned me inside out. The things I was wishing for are coming my way as surprises but I am not happy. I am not sad though. I am abundant but I am empty. I ask myself: What do you want? But I get only silence in reply. Just walking down the quite aisle in the hope of another end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-6619384490388308882?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6619384490388308882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=6619384490388308882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/6619384490388308882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/6619384490388308882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/06/walking-down-aisle.html' title='Walking down the aisle'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-7950044200920700025</id><published>2009-06-07T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:13:04.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awareness'/><title type='text'>Inner soul...</title><content type='html'>Life is a perfect blend of joy and sorrow! And not a single human being is distributed with more or less. Deity is so kind to consider everyone at par. Sometimes in the wave of gloom, we lose all our strength and continuously blame and curse the almighty for being so unfair to us. In dissatisfaction, lots of questions run inside and we wander all the time in the search of true answers. Few days back, loaded with some such questions, I read few shlokas from Gita somewhere: ‘Whatever you see is not always the reality. Mind is always greater than the vision. So if you see something, you should ask your mind for its reality. While judging, if mind creates confusion, raise your wisdom which you have earned so far from experiences. It will always assist to justify the situation. And if wisdom also fails to guide you, listen to your inner soul. Soul never misleads.’ So if the circumstances are unfavorable, try to see them from the eye of soul, you will visualize the same picture with some added colors of hopes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-7950044200920700025?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/7950044200920700025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=7950044200920700025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/7950044200920700025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/7950044200920700025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/06/inner-soul.html' title='Inner soul...'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-5086925852038278934</id><published>2009-06-02T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:16:21.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special'/><title type='text'>You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/SiUKZ91cQAI/AAAAAAAAAYs/H5HP2ovf3Vo/s1600-h/bridal_20080626_flowers_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/SiUKZ91cQAI/AAAAAAAAAYs/H5HP2ovf3Vo/s320/bridal_20080626_flowers_banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342687974156681218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know somewhere the sun is shining for me&lt;br /&gt;Spreading the smiling glow&lt;br /&gt;I know somewhere the rain is drizzling for me&lt;br /&gt;To make me happily flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is another sky, so serene and fair&lt;br /&gt;Spread over my head for the gentle loving care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know somewhere there is you &lt;br /&gt;To take away all my worries and blue&lt;br /&gt;I know somewhere there is you &lt;br /&gt;Just for me, so pure and true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years may come and years may go&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing that I surely know&lt;br /&gt;My life is beautiful because my world includes you!&lt;br /&gt;My existence is worth because my world includes you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-5086925852038278934?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/5086925852038278934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=5086925852038278934' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/5086925852038278934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/5086925852038278934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/06/you.html' title='You!'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/SiUKZ91cQAI/AAAAAAAAAYs/H5HP2ovf3Vo/s72-c/bridal_20080626_flowers_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-1119128071337112547</id><published>2009-05-28T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:13:39.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illusion'/><title type='text'>Sooner... the better!</title><content type='html'>Illusion is the biggest self entertainer! Now this sentence brings lots of questions along with it. When the person is in illusion, he often tries to see the world in the way he actually wants to see. Sometimes it is good. Rather I would say, for some time, for a limited period, you feel really good. The sprout of delusion grows day by day when you make yourself confident that whatever you are visualizing is true. Everything fits perfect in the frame of your desire. But there's nothing more Illusive than obvious. One day your eyes get open in the dawn of realization! And you get stunned! Sooner you realize, better you can survive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this one is incomplete…I don’t know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-1119128071337112547?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/1119128071337112547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=1119128071337112547' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/1119128071337112547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/1119128071337112547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/05/sooner-better.html' title='Sooner... the better!'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-5246570520535736094</id><published>2009-05-16T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:13:49.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euphoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss'/><title type='text'>Dawn of gratification!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/Sg6DcblBMdI/AAAAAAAAASs/dJx_ytkUqM8/s1600-h/0colorful-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/Sg6DcblBMdI/AAAAAAAAASs/dJx_ytkUqM8/s320/0colorful-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336347132943217106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…And the sun has again started sparkling brightly. Flowers have started smiling at me spreading the same fragrance. Birds have started playing the same old melodies. Everything around me is so beautiful. The change is sudden and noticeable. It was a long black night and I was eagerly waiting for this dawn! Though I was known to the fact that every dark night is followed by a shining morning, a cloud of doubt was hiding the first ray of sunshine. But it could not hide it longer. And now, in the hot 44° summer, I can feel the cool breeze of happiness and colors of rainbow in the deep east sky! You know...surrounded with sadness, you often ask to yourself…”Why me?” But with li’l patience and faith, you get the answer. Whatever happens, happens for good. That’s why I often say “Life is bliss!” :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-5246570520535736094?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/5246570520535736094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=5246570520535736094' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/5246570520535736094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/5246570520535736094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/05/dawn-of-gratification.html' title='Dawn of gratification!'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtlYJiv7wU8/Sg6DcblBMdI/AAAAAAAAASs/dJx_ytkUqM8/s72-c/0colorful-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-7743414880802485048</id><published>2009-05-07T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:14:23.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>I vs. I</title><content type='html'>We all would have surely watched a scene in movies or television soaps where there is a person in some dilemma about something and suddenly she finds herself in between her two shades! They both act as if they have come to help her. They fight in front of the person and make her confused even more. They express their views and try to convince her. One is bad, another is good! One is heart and another is mind! One is nature and another is the demand of time! Background music plays it perfect to make a spectacular picture! Finally during this melodrama, the frustrated person screams and both the shadows disappear! Something similar is happening with me these days. I vs. I…difference is, there is no such dramatic music behind and I just cannot scream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-7743414880802485048?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/7743414880802485048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=7743414880802485048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/7743414880802485048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/7743414880802485048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-vs-i.html' title='I vs. I'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-5251423838665893197</id><published>2009-05-03T23:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:14:44.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='observation'/><title type='text'>Those 10 minutes..!</title><content type='html'>Waiting for the office bus… Summer Internship of 3 months has really given me the new area to explore. And I am always lucky enough to have such opportunities coming on my way! I was always a person who had the least interest in government and politics. And wow...! I have got an internship in government funded firm which has all the projects of government sector!!! Anyways…that becomes another topic to write. But, I am talking about those 10 minutes when I stand on a corner of the road waiting for my bus. It takes almost 1 hour to reach to the company by bus. I never like to wait but one of my colleagues who also wait at the same stand has suggested me one interesting way to get rid of that boredom of waiting and that suggestion is observation of people. Parents taking their children to school, youngsters going to college, people going to office, aunties coming from temple with “Pooja ki thali”, subjiwalas and lot more. People have different expressions on their faces and it is really funny but interesting to observe them. Some faces are now familiar as I regularly see them going on the same road since past 15 days. Everyone has some plan, some schedule, some aim, some wish in his/her mind for the upcoming day. Many people come to us to ask for an address, to which some we can answer and some we cannot. And meanwhile, the bus arrives and we too proceed with our day, a new day to explore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-5251423838665893197?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/5251423838665893197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=5251423838665893197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/5251423838665893197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/5251423838665893197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/05/those-10-minutes.html' title='Those 10 minutes..!'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-4665971125633630777</id><published>2009-04-29T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:14:56.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introspection'/><title type='text'>Isn't it difficult..?</title><content type='html'>This is very unconventional reason of being unhappy! People often get hurt by other’s behavior or words. Sometimes some unwanted circumstances fill the life with sadness and we cannot avoid them! But it is more painful when one tries to act opposite to one’s own nature. As I use to tell my friends that I am the biggest research topic of myself. I like to introspect within myself and analyze my strengths and weaknesses! While doing this, I frequently feel that I am a weird creation of God. But that’s what making me different from others and in fact everyone is weird in his/her own way! Sometimes, during analysis of my weakness, I decide to improve on that part and so continuously examine myself to check whether I am repeating that. And if I observe myself inclined towards that “temporary no entry” zone, then I try to pull myself in the opposite direction of my nature. Now, it’s difficult! Painful! Disturbing! On one hand, I feel happy that I am improvising on that part but actually it really hurts. Walking in the valley of mix emotions, I find myself helpless until I come back to my originality. But ultimately I feel contented that I at least work on my weakness and at one stage or another it helps…definitely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-4665971125633630777?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4665971125633630777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=4665971125633630777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/4665971125633630777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/4665971125633630777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/04/isnt-it-difficult.html' title='Isn&apos;t it difficult..?'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334607700106926666.post-3779838372096235379</id><published>2008-02-21T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:15:31.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's start...</title><content type='html'>Essence of my existence!! Some abstracts of my life. This is my first post and "hopefully" would continue to post regularly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334607700106926666-3779838372096235379?l=essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3779838372096235379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334607700106926666&amp;postID=3779838372096235379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/3779838372096235379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334607700106926666/posts/default/3779838372096235379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essenceofmyexistence.blogspot.com/2008/02/lets-start.html' title='Let&apos;s start...'/><author><name>Meetee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09967981779162779903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adWQ7T1QYkA/TyutWRAP0vI/AAAAAAAAClw/P5nLR2O_Ho8/s220/M1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
