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			<title>Here Now ... There The Next Moment</title>
			<description>Can one man be in love with two women at the same time?
He loved her immensely but he loved the other woman, too. Many people would be quick enough to judge him, but he had his own reasons.</description>
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			<title>Resemblance - The Journey of a Doppelganger</title>
			<description>A Novel written by me - Now for free reading on my blog
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artihonrao/1264376/</link>
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			<title>Meant To Be</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Are you sure you can walk?&amp;rdquo; Kevin ask meNo. I want you to carry me in your arms, over the threshold, tonight and every day and night after tonight, I think to myself. Aloud I manage a simple &amp;ldquo;Yes&amp;rdquo;The girl sitting next to him seems to relax by my reply. Not because she cares ..</description>
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			<title>I Have Everything Under Control</title>
			<description>This poem is about the moments each one of us goes through at least once, if not a few times, when all that we want to do is shut ourselves to the outside world and spend time alone..</description>
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			<title>The Note</title>
			<description>A crumpled piece of paper at mercy of the windFinds its way to my feet as I sit on a wooden bench.I look around, try to find someone who has lost it.People walk past me, some talking on their phones,Some, in a hurry to reach somewhere -The fast pace of life, unaffected by the crumpled piece of paper..</description>
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			<title>Seven Days to Love</title>
			<description>It was not supposed to rain. It was summer. She was not supposed to fall in love. She was practical. She hated the rains. People did not believe her when she told them so. </description>
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