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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>The Prologue</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gangaramesh/1354291/</link>
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			<title>ThE eNfaNT tErRiblEs</title>
			<description>WHEN ROMANCE AND HUMOR GO HAND IN HAND</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gangaramesh/1354289/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>The beginning of it all....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gangaramesh/1185501/</link>
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			<title>A love letter to my dear ACHCHU</title>
			<description>Love is beyond life...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gangaramesh/1185500/</link>
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			<title>I Hope I Touched Your Heart</title>
			<description>In this morning hour, even when most of the households and the industries are still painted black and covered with the cold blanket of the starry sky, I am not able to sleep.A sense of longing spreads through my mind as i willfully gather myself to a sitting position with my arms balancing my neck. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gangaramesh/1172355/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>The night when everything started burning to ashes a the old love blossomed in to a new one and started to burn, but not to ashes!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gangaramesh/1169133/</link>
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			<title>The Snow Of The Season</title>
			<description>Its snowing in Ooty. so just penning a little piece to get me into the rhythm!!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gangaramesh/1163730/</link>
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			<title>Tomorrow, I will die</title>
			<description>What if I die tomorrow?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gangaramesh/1150427/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;You don&amp;rsquo;t know me&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I do&amp;rdquo;She turned to look into hiseyes-truthful with no traces of guilt or hesitation. She stiffened.&amp;ldquo;No,you don&amp;rsquo;t&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gangaramesh/1149337/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Two feet enter the empty room which crowded with the stiffness of sadness and whispers of prolonged cries, soft cries. those cries of having to miss the person, of &amp;nbsp;having to lose the entire life without that person, of having to love that person without anyone knowing and of not knowing how to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gangaramesh/1149327/</link>
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			<title>Fencing The Free Hearts</title>
			<description>When the communal war erupts it not only separates people but also unites few.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gangaramesh/1148312/</link>
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			<title>The Wrinkles Of Old-age</title>
			<description>When a person in solitude finds affection and companionship, can death ever be a hurdle?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gangaramesh/1142751/</link>
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			<title>Autobiography Of A Dew Drop</title>
			<description>This is the story of a unforutnate dew drop</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gangaramesh/1142029/</link>
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			<title>?</title>
			<description>what if you are neglected for someone new?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gangaramesh/1141576/</link>
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			<title>NOW AND ALWAYS</title>
			<description>To all those warm hearts..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gangaramesh/1137570/</link>
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			<title>title for the new book</title>
			<description>The saiyan NinjaThe curse Of The Saiyan&amp;nbsp;The Saiyan and the Ninjas</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gangaramesh/1135763/</link>
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			<title>SILENCE</title>
			<description>silence...i dont know how to define it but certainly know how to explain it</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gangaramesh/1130287/</link>
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			<title>MY SISTER .... MY JEANNE...</title>
			<description>Death is not always painful
It can also be peaceful...
It needn't be always unforgettable
It can also be memorable...
One such death is the one of JEANNE...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gangaramesh/1116207/</link>
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