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			<title>Other Side</title>
			<description>The dark tribal boy from the other side of the fence waved at me. I ran to him and gave my stolen packet of butter biscuits. He gave me gemstones. As I filled my both pockets, he filled his stomach greedily. I sold all the gemstones in the market and stole another packet of butter biscuits.Rishi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rishiratnam/1724542/</link>
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			<title>The Goddess</title>
			<description>The Goddess closed her eyes sitting in lotus position under the golden tree,only to realize she is being observed without prejudice. Her divinity exhaled trough the breath of the wise golden tree. Rishi Ratnam </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rishiratnam/1724539/</link>
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			<title>Sinful Act, Love Begins...</title>
			<description>Waterruns through the veins of the greens, slowly showering the barbed body andsatisfying the thirst of the roots. Watching the beautiful close view of thegreen as it is growing mature every single moment. It has given birth to abeautiful red child, the most perfect red swirl. The jealousy o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rishiratnam/1605610/</link>
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			<title>Still Water</title>
			<description>We are not what we think we are, the delusions of the mind ceases when we become aware of our own true spirit, then life flows as an endless joy of love..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rishiratnam/1604956/</link>
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			<title>Stardust, I am.</title>
			<description>Gold dust rain,&amp;nbsp;Tears of the stars,&amp;nbsp;I am here too now&amp;hellip;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rishiratnam/1603766/</link>
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			<title>Broken Rice Bowl</title>
			<description>Broken rice bowl,&amp;nbsp;Leaking salt water porridge,&amp;nbsp;Awaken hungry howling owl,&amp;nbsp;Stout bloated growling belly,&amp;nbsp;Awaiting shooting stars,&amp;nbsp;One worm wish pledge,&amp;nbsp;To grow as a butterfly,&amp;nbsp;Let suck flower nectar,&amp;nbsp;One other worm wish pledge,&amp;nbsp;To die as a flesh,&amp;nbsp;Let ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rishiratnam/1603762/</link>
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			<title>Lights of Lights</title>
			<description>The lights are dim as a candle flame of blue, red and yellow flickers gently and the moon listens in on the conversation that is taking place through the window. Rias gazes at the flame meditatively and slowly probes, &amp;ldquo;Do you realize that this beautiful flame will go out and darkness will take..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rishiratnam/1603757/</link>
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