<?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-7254347576427774551</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:56:43.155-08:00</updated><category term='December wind'/><title type='text'>Frequency of Zenobia and Amar.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpoints-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254347576427774551/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpoints-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175224299684678467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/Sq5pnEPJKrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gEfaBZWn7gY/S220/scream+of+passion.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254347576427774551.post-1668822981280822560</id><published>2009-11-02T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T07:38:16.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/Su7838s1WsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/p-C40J78X24/s1600-h/longbow1_jpg8250c45f-2dad-4f75-879c-2d44ac436695Large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383569858722074546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/SrZIQ1yhD7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/55vOqgaTXeo/s320/lifssst.jpg" /&gt;g and hiding behind what is wrong and what is wright ...everything ignored and the memory survived ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday like years back , when memories understands the value of moments,..on a rainy day , we met by chance … and ..I&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/SrcNwdjRdaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ocNoSVrDAvk/s1600-h/sgedgray,jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383787005762172322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/SrcNwdjRdaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ocNoSVrDAvk/s320/sgedgray,jpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rememb&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/SrYcKsuB8QI/AAAAAAAAAPw/sRBSJOJDTkM/s1600-h/shed17.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;er the pouring rain as we stood under the wooden shed...winds brings the drizzles to us ... As the sky gets louder with the thunder and lightning, you silently observed me as I was pretending not watching you ..&lt;br /&gt;Confused what to do , every second make my mind blow with a panic heart , I stand in the middle of nowhere with the meaningful sight watching you …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe ,you expected me to speak, perhaps I expected you to do certainn gestures ...To turn away, to pretend, to hide, to ignore, to look. Nothing told me what to expect,but&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 410px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383455177022383426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/SrXf9fKoJUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/YXjwIjl43Iw/s320/it_burns.jpg" /&gt;, it didn't prepare me for the thing I needed the most.&lt;br /&gt;I cud see a small scar on your hand ..i kept looking at &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/SrXLdhPi3zI/AAAAAAAAAOo/p_WfyisrMuM/s1600-h/website_picture_-_corridor_op_400x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it ...Painfully, you touched your scars on your hand .. you gave me courage, and i spoke to you, tenderly and firmly..i cud see you struggled to avoid looking at me ..but you never shown any disinterest in me..that was the best moment so far …those initial moments together ... you console &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/SrXqy7BU3VI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/oqN3uKWj3b4/s1600-h/GIRL_IN_RAIN__72dpi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383467090148908370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/SrXqy7BU3VI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/oqN3uKWj3b4/s320/GIRL_IN_RAIN__72dpi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my soul's cry , …the paths that walked , emotions and expressions that we used to exchange , the ambience that we represent and belong to , the wide smile ,coffee days , summer , monsoon , december wind ...the summer rain ...where did you from then ...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the impatient waiting , and many more .. You are the only person in my life that i have loved in many ways … i was left alone ...everyone and everywhere is a crowd where I felt aloen and feel so lonely without ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383470381346281186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/SrXtyfr7VuI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Eutxe3JVFW0/s320/man2GjanX.jpg" /&gt; my memories gave me all the strength to live my life to relive the moments you gave me ...there you are ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/SrXul1MnKgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/TPDHajUJ2-4/s1600-h/lavbund.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383471263293843970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/SrXul1MnKgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/TPDHajUJ2-4/s320/lavbund.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You looked at me, your presence has always been reassuring, no matter what mess I had.At the end of it, you said 'come ... the way your eyes speaks volumes of values and acceptance, the way you silence my childish worries with a touch of love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/SrXrGJiHpxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/6wPPOg-Ptqs/s1600-h/shadesrmzGC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383467420462065426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/SrXrGJiHpxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/6wPPOg-Ptqs/s320/shadesrmzGC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you pamper , coloring my imagination and expressing my moments....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It s still drizzling ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wet hands intertwined together as the rain speak for us and hand fitSo perfectly in yours …Then rain stopped , giving us the silence to break… the words you spoke&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/SrXkMC9F3UI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JT7JKFYGxGg/s1600-h/kiss-rain-wet-couples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 238px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383459825193966914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/SrXkMC9F3UI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JT7JKFYGxGg/s320/kiss-rain-wet-couples.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to me, the tears you cried with me, the times you held my hand as we took our walks together and looked at eachother to ensure it s forever .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you prefer to be left alone to fight the conflict ...my presence was not needed anymore ...the walls on the corridor had all the preparations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/SrXLWDE6LJI/AAAAAAAAAOg/0lmVVKnyldU/s1600-h/my+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383432509234752658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/SrXLWDE6LJI/AAAAAAAAAOg/0lmVVKnyldU/s320/my+girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The december wind was blowing so hard ..drying the wet land ...I never knew it dries my heart too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped out of the corridor and you took a deep breath and you said "I hate you “ smiling, I waved and walk the other direction ….I walked in…we walked away , back to where I belong. I walked past those paths and recalled your voice and your words.And I knew, even if I never see her again,that those words were mine to keep.Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those years became seconds when it haunts the mind as much as it haunts my sleep…Someone stayed up late last night trying to convince me to believe in love again.He talked and debated. …I knew i was responding ..and then burying me deep inside my heart …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon light was so bright …I got confused again …looked at the alarm …two more hours to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard the noice of the lift again ...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/SrXdtrdswII/AAAAAAAAAO4/cjsYeQmPPqg/s1600-h/lift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383452706422440066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/SrXdtrdswII/AAAAAAAAAO4/cjsYeQmPPqg/s320/lift.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254347576427774551-1661961243781023240?l=blackpoints-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpoints-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1661961243781023240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackpoints-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/december-wind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254347576427774551/posts/default/1661961243781023240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254347576427774551/posts/default/1661961243781023240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpoints-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/december-wind.html' title='Memories Locked.'/><author><name>Amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175224299684678467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/Sq5pnEPJKrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gEfaBZWn7gY/S220/scream+of+passion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQU1Q9l_W9M/SrZIQ1yhD7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/55vOqgaTXeo/s72-c/lifssst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
