<?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-5132014857630433138</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:15:55.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not All Relations Have Names</title><subtitle type='html'>AN ATTEMPT TO FIND WORDS TO EXPRESS MYSELF</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DIVYA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_62idQ6AW6FA/SnajRUpFJ8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z6yGXlScmOg/S220/36541.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132014857630433138.post-4722828747905972149</id><published>2011-04-23T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T01:35:18.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SACRIFICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EhT19mgR3_E/TbQ1yoBrkUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/OSNHVxWiPag/s1600/love-and-sacrifice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EhT19mgR3_E/TbQ1yoBrkUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/OSNHVxWiPag/s320/love-and-sacrifice.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He cried almost silently,&lt;br /&gt;And slowly.  A tear would fill his eye,&lt;br /&gt;Drop to a cheek, quiver trembling for an endless eternity,&lt;br /&gt;And fall to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;And then he'd start again, perhaps punctuated by a gasping breath&lt;br /&gt;His arms wrapped tightly around himself, not allowing anyone near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit, helpless, aching for his pain,&lt;br /&gt;But unwilling and unable to find the words to ease him&lt;br /&gt;By taking the blame, yet again...&lt;br /&gt;Unwilling, for fear of trapping myself within his circle of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;And so stay, we two, tensely balanced,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between despair and despair,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is our only solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132014857630433138-4722828747905972149?l=diya-sharma11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/feeds/4722828747905972149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2011/04/sacrifice.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/4722828747905972149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/4722828747905972149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2011/04/sacrifice.html' title='SACRIFICE'/><author><name>DIVYA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_62idQ6AW6FA/SnajRUpFJ8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z6yGXlScmOg/S220/36541.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EhT19mgR3_E/TbQ1yoBrkUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/OSNHVxWiPag/s72-c/love-and-sacrifice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132014857630433138.post-1727564132326029310</id><published>2011-04-03T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T02:01:14.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women really liberated?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nnX8h_x9kbI/TZg2upTJqpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oBg8M5n0qYs/s1600/freedom1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nnX8h_x9kbI/TZg2upTJqpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oBg8M5n0qYs/s320/freedom1.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; I wanna ask all those people who get judgmental about a women who smokes, drinks and goes out with friends, if India still looks down upon us for doing all of this, then why do we really blow the trumpet of liberation and empowerment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; direction: ltr; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 4.28pt; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; When we talk of women liberation, we should look at our society. Even a man is not liberated in our society. Liberation is the independence to take own decisions for career, partner and lifestyle. Women are definitely can't take these decisions freely in our society but can man do that. Other than some families in metro, I guess no. they still have to go by their parent's decision considering caste for marriage.&amp;nbsp; If you stop a girl from going out with friends, enjoying herself, and being comfortable with the society, how on earth can you expect her to be open and liberated in her thoughts.This not only applies to women, but to anyone living on the planet. The important thing to have liberal thoughts is intent, and the other is the scope/opportunity. People today (men and women included) are becoming more interested in having an opinion and belief about their surroundings, society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; direction: ltr; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 4.28pt; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;In today’s world where women/ girls work as much and sometimes more than their counterpart males ,their way of dressing up, entertainment, social interaction, language and life styles have changed drastically. If any girl (daughter) wants to work&amp;nbsp;till late hours, sometimes in different cities or countries parents feel proud and boast about it everywhere.&amp;nbsp;Don't parents&amp;nbsp;proudly tell how good&amp;nbsp;their daughter&amp;nbsp;is in her work, how well she is earning but when it comes to lifestyle changes,&amp;nbsp;they call it hip culture and try to prevent her rushing into it, rubbishing the entire attitude; &amp;nbsp;she must believe in Indian values. Losing virginity before marriage is a complete no, no...... that is a gift she must preserve for her husband. I am sorry it doesn’t work that way. With education, demands from prospective brides are high too....they don’t want to cook and clean or stand attendance to in laws. They want their partners to be equally committed in return. Virginity like any other attribute asks for same from the males too. It’s no more like males could demand a virgin wife and have a mistress tucked away somewhere else.&amp;nbsp; Since females are in competition in every field, they don't lag behind in this field too...... if males can enjoy sexual gratification before marriage then why should females &amp;nbsp;preserve virginity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Whether it is right or wrong I shall come to&amp;nbsp;that later on but I must say we&amp;nbsp;can't have double standards. Sexual urges are same in both sexes and with marriage age slowly shifting from teenage years to late twenties or even thirties what are females supposed to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;There is a difference in thinking of a thirty five year girl from a twenty five year one. Last few years have brought on great divide because girls are living independently away from parents who normally kept an eye on them previously. These girls are competitive in every field; sex is just one more aspect of this changing life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Male mindset perhaps is still stuck up on virginity. We must not forget Indian values favor men more than women and that is the reason they want to stick to it. No doubt dowry, bride burning is still rampant in many parts of the country. Middle class girls still have to tow the traditional line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; There are certain questions raised in my mind &lt;/span&gt;for a man who wants a woman to be liberal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will you marry a woman after premarital sex? will a boy ever want a liberal girl to be his wife? many of the answers will be no......&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Males on the other hand want modern and hip girls as girlfriends and traditional females as wives. sometimes they want both rolled into one.&amp;nbsp;It suits their purpose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the time we allow people (especially women) to have the security of expressing themselves, it would not be feasible to have a society with liberated women and a prosperous society.....&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132014857630433138-1727564132326029310?l=diya-sharma11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/feeds/1727564132326029310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2011/04/women-really-liberated.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/1727564132326029310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/1727564132326029310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2011/04/women-really-liberated.html' title='Women really liberated?????'/><author><name>DIVYA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_62idQ6AW6FA/SnajRUpFJ8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z6yGXlScmOg/S220/36541.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nnX8h_x9kbI/TZg2upTJqpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oBg8M5n0qYs/s72-c/freedom1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132014857630433138.post-4652293467108980597</id><published>2011-03-31T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T08:03:16.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY INSPIRATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZI28ob5xwM/TbQ7qPGPeiI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_59o8iP_nj8/s1600/inspiration.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZI28ob5xwM/TbQ7qPGPeiI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_59o8iP_nj8/s320/inspiration.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZI28ob5xwM/TbQ7qPGPeiI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_59o8iP_nj8/s1600/inspiration.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZI28ob5xwM/TbQ7qPGPeiI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_59o8iP_nj8/s320/inspiration.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is a letter for a special person, a letter expressing my feelings for this special person. who, in one way or another gave me everything he has, and still loving me just the way I'm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;From the very moment that I was so LONELY, SAD and ALONE came the man who start changing my &lt;i&gt;LIFE&lt;/i&gt;. He is like an angel come rushing at my side, whom ever wanted is to comfort me and stay as long as I want him too.First I was so eager to get away from him,knowing that he will also hurt me like what others do to women like me.I was then thankful that God had given me the chance to meet a person like him, full of passion,Love, Care,willingness and patience. Having him in my life makes everyday a &lt;i&gt;living grace&lt;/i&gt;. Loving him is an important element in my present reason why I still live with hope and faith. I was so lucky for I always have him in good terms or in bad. He became my inspiration, he makes me remember how to SMILE while under pressure. He pulls me up whenever I'm down and make me strong when I'm weak and hopeless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as 'making a life.' 'I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back...' 'I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.' 'I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.' 'I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel......'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp; always remind him that I'm the most SELFISH woman he will meet. If I'll be given the chance to go back to my past I will always choose the DAY that i met him. And that I will always take the path where he is and in return, of all the love, sufferings and sacrifices he had encountered being with me, I will never regret that I loved him and still Falling for him.Well, this present DAY of our relationship, We are getting stronger and he is&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; reason why I continue Writing&lt;/i&gt;.He taught me to forgive and start all over again to ease the pain and scars I gain from my past. &lt;i&gt;With his love and my family's I can go on and reach for my dreams and soar high!!&lt;/i&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;thanx alot buddy........!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132014857630433138-4652293467108980597?l=diya-sharma11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/feeds/4652293467108980597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/4652293467108980597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/4652293467108980597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-inspiration.html' title='MY INSPIRATION'/><author><name>DIVYA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_62idQ6AW6FA/SnajRUpFJ8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z6yGXlScmOg/S220/36541.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZI28ob5xwM/TbQ7qPGPeiI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_59o8iP_nj8/s72-c/inspiration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132014857630433138.post-4087370533903470583</id><published>2011-03-24T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T10:26:17.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear To Face Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body" style="background-attachment: initial; 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margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" o:spt="75" o:preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"/&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"/&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path o:extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect"/&gt;  &lt;o:lock v:ext="edit" aspectratio="t"/&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AwkQUAIZJno/TYjRi7fDXPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/u7jHTnh-qzs/s1600/fear_poster_med1-242x300.jpg" style='width:181.5pt;height:225pt' o:button="t"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\ADMINI~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg"  o:href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AwkQUAIZJno/TYjRi7fDXPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/u7jHTnh-qzs/s1600/fear_poster_med1-242x300.jpg"/&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 12.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sometimes, when I am sitting alone in my room, lost in emptiness, I wonder&amp;nbsp;like many others&amp;nbsp;why do i fear to face reality?? Why am I not willing to accept reality?? Am I the only one or are we all the same??? Why don’t I act and do something??? I fool myself by telling myself that’s it fate...their fate....but I know the truth....even if I can do something....I wont...coz I fear reality....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 12.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Few days back while talking to a friend about this fear fact my condition is like "i know all" but don't have solution.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I know I lie to myself &amp;nbsp;form so many years.&amp;nbsp;When I was a teenager I was afraid that everybody would think that wat I was (after an accident). I needed desperately to hide myself. I developed a strong imagination that would help me invent what I didn't know.&amp;nbsp;I started&amp;nbsp;believing&amp;nbsp;in that world of imagination. I kept trying on different masks to see which is the most comfortable, which affords me the most protection from exposure. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Let's talk about fear. Whatever we fear controls us. Fear, if not confronted, prevents us from truly living.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 12.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fear is like a prison&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;On some level we are all facing fear - afraid of being seen for who we truly are. Afraid of seeing&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;ourselves&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;for who we really are. Afraid of confronting our limiting beliefs, we avoid facing fear by hiding.&lt;span style="letter-spacing: .65pt;"&gt;We run away thinking we can avoid our reality, but what we don’t realize is nothing ever goes away until it has taught us what we need to know. We can lie to ourselves or run all we want. we must accept suffering and open our hearts to look at how weak we are being by trying to avoid it. Only then can we discover that the very thing that terrifies us is in fact a way for us to reconnect with our true self.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: .65pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: .65pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I explored this new idea of "facing fear", I realized that I was actually very scared; I had created this perception of myself &amp;nbsp;It was a fear of how I'd be perceived. And the reality i have found is... nobody is paying attention and no one is judging me. It was simply my fear, the old acronym, "False Evidence Appearing Real".&lt;br /&gt;By committing to facing fear and growing, I've learned so much about the other person and about myself. Facing fear will open &amp;nbsp;new possibilities, for this i have to be brave enough to step outside of my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer" style="margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132014857630433138-4087370533903470583?l=diya-sharma11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/feeds/4087370533903470583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2011/03/fear-to-face-reality.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/4087370533903470583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/4087370533903470583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2011/03/fear-to-face-reality.html' title='Fear To Face Reality'/><author><name>DIVYA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_62idQ6AW6FA/SnajRUpFJ8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z6yGXlScmOg/S220/36541.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-yvK9718kTBk/TYt-c0Vzn8I/AAAAAAAAAKY/JLMQ8DawHFs/s72-c/fear_poster_med1-242x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132014857630433138.post-7142108848539742267</id><published>2011-03-15T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T08:10:55.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Distance Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgMwC45QOrU/TbQ9VWJlZwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LA4j4rML1DM/s1600/long-distance-relationship.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgMwC45QOrU/TbQ9VWJlZwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LA4j4rML1DM/s1600/long-distance-relationship.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgMwC45QOrU/TbQ9VWJlZwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LA4j4rML1DM/s1600/long-distance-relationship.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Long distance relationships are as special as any other relationship,  however they come with the added baggage of being far from the  respective partners, and that too by considerable distance. The  traditional definition for a long distance relationship accounts to that  'intimate relationship in which the partners are separated over long  distances'. This definition actually comes to being a lot more than  merely their literal translation, as there are several aspects that one  needs to think about, before committing themselves to a long distance  relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Long distance dating is manageable if you've got the right mentality for  it, but it can still have its ups and downs, regardless of how strong  you and your partner may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Before I get into how one manages a long distance relationship, I'd like  to first say that these are not for everyone; some people simply aren't  made to cope with such things, and there is nothing wrong with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If  you're not made for long distance relationships, it's easy enough to  avoid having one. If you are made for them, it's important you realize  they're only meant to be a temporary fix -- your long term relationship  goal should not be that of a long distance relationship! If all you want  is someone to chat to over the phone and by email you can get that  easily enough in the penpal section of your local paper.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132014857630433138-7142108848539742267?l=diya-sharma11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/feeds/7142108848539742267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2011/03/long-distance-relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/7142108848539742267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/7142108848539742267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2011/03/long-distance-relationships.html' title='Long Distance Relationships'/><author><name>DIVYA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_62idQ6AW6FA/SnajRUpFJ8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z6yGXlScmOg/S220/36541.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgMwC45QOrU/TbQ9VWJlZwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LA4j4rML1DM/s72-c/long-distance-relationship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132014857630433138.post-7849140728651963476</id><published>2011-03-14T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T08:01:33.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDS UNSAID &amp; UNDONE.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--BCkUTTns8s/TbQ6iqUbY2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fa-sw6bMf8A/s1600/Silent.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--BCkUTTns8s/TbQ6iqUbY2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fa-sw6bMf8A/s320/Silent.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;Ive been trying to find the right words that could make you understand why I should be doing this, but to no avail.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;It hurts deeply coz I have learned to live my life with you as part of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;With you I feel complete. And I know I'll be living the rest of my life feeling this emptiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;These past days has been so wonderful coz I had spent it with you. It was the best times of my life. You make me laugh without really trying. I feel comfortable talking with you and I dont feel any restrictions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;I want you to know that you've done nothing wrong. In fact, you've done done so much in keeping this relationship.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;You may blame me for being so weak. I admit I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still i dont have enough words. Im just so sorry. I know I have caused you pain. Im so sorry for the things and words unsaid and undone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132014857630433138-7849140728651963476?l=diya-sharma11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/feeds/7849140728651963476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2011/03/words-unsaid-undone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/7849140728651963476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/7849140728651963476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2011/03/words-unsaid-undone.html' title='WORDS UNSAID &amp; UNDONE.....'/><author><name>DIVYA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_62idQ6AW6FA/SnajRUpFJ8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z6yGXlScmOg/S220/36541.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--BCkUTTns8s/TbQ6iqUbY2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fa-sw6bMf8A/s72-c/Silent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132014857630433138.post-2018768882273085267</id><published>2011-03-02T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T07:52:59.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE IS WHAT, YOU MAKE OF IT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Life a Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Life is a word which we use very often and very closely linked to everyone but yet everyone has his own view to look at it. For some it may be very good but for others it may be bad. Just like a journey which carries in itself different experiences for all those who dare to experience it. For a person journey starts the day a person takes birth and then it goes through his entire lifetime and ends up only after his death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;A word journey in itself contains the entire universe and when it gets associated with word life then its meaning goes beyond the universe. Life is like a flower when it blossoms gives happiness and joy to all and make life colourful and beautiful and sprinkles very fresh and sweet fragnance everywhere and when this flower starts drying up sprinkle sadness and dullness around it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;But to some extent it depends upon the person and his destiny that makes his journey of life good or bad. Focus should be to direct all the efforts towards making this journey of life colourful and beautiful just like fresh roses which gives everybody happiness and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132014857630433138-2018768882273085267?l=diya-sharma11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/feeds/2018768882273085267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-is-what-you-make-of-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/2018768882273085267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/2018768882273085267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-is-what-you-make-of-it.html' title='LIFE IS WHAT, YOU MAKE OF IT.'/><author><name>DIVYA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_62idQ6AW6FA/SnajRUpFJ8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z6yGXlScmOg/S220/36541.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132014857630433138.post-8153449850846768968</id><published>2010-09-03T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T07:34:47.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't It Be Enough To Just Be Myself????</title><content type='html'>Can't anyone like me for me? I'm not even asking them to love me...just like me...accept me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family takes every chance they can to point out my flaws and compare me to others to are more the ideal children or ideal humans. My friends...I don't even know if they really like me. I suspect they keep me around to make them selves feel better. Like, they say to themselves, "I know thing s are bad right now but thank god/at least I'm not her." I don't know about you but that doesn't sound good to me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as relationships go (bf's and gf's), anyone who seemed to want to be more then "just friends" with me was never happy with me. They tried to change me. They complained about me and made me feel bad about aspects of my personality that by then were/are so ingrained into me that there is no way I could even think of changing...I wouldn't know where to begin. Now, and this is the part of my life that keeps me up at night with guilt and worry.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be liked for who I really am. I want to be liked when I'm quite, when I'm shy, when I'm childish (in a good and bad way), even when I'm a bit moody. I want someone to be okay with me saying "I don't know"  as an answer to things. I want someone who is okay with the way I look...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if this person is just a friend I want them to be okay with me. I don't want them to change me. I want to know just being me is good enough.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132014857630433138-8153449850846768968?l=diya-sharma11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/feeds/8153449850846768968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2010/09/cant-it-be-enough-to-just-be-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/8153449850846768968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/8153449850846768968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2010/09/cant-it-be-enough-to-just-be-myself.html' title='Can&apos;t It Be Enough To Just Be Myself????'/><author><name>DIVYA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_62idQ6AW6FA/SnajRUpFJ8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z6yGXlScmOg/S220/36541.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132014857630433138.post-7294134554558995815</id><published>2010-09-03T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T07:22:26.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE</title><content type='html'>I didn’t want to say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned so you wouldn’t see me cry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want our friendship to die,&lt;br /&gt;When you said you were leaving, I thought it was a lie.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I waved goodbye, though my heart was with pain,&lt;br /&gt;What if I never see you again?&lt;br /&gt;My tears were falling like mid-summer rain&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you left is such a shame.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The way you spoke was like you had no care,&lt;br /&gt;When I had a problem, you were the one who was there,&lt;br /&gt;You said goodbye, it just isn’t fair,&lt;br /&gt;Watching you leave was a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I walked away; you didn’t know it was true,&lt;br /&gt;You are the best and I’m going to miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Right now the sky is grey but soon it will be blue,&lt;br /&gt;One day, somehow, you’ll know the truth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My poem is a scar; it made my tears flow,&lt;br /&gt;I just thought you needed to know.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want you to leave; I wish you didn’t go,&lt;br /&gt;I have no more to say, I won’t let my pain show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132014857630433138-7294134554558995815?l=diya-sharma11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/feeds/7294134554558995815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2010/09/goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/7294134554558995815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/7294134554558995815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2010/09/goodbye.html' title='GOODBYE'/><author><name>DIVYA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_62idQ6AW6FA/SnajRUpFJ8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z6yGXlScmOg/S220/36541.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132014857630433138.post-5872645043648659799</id><published>2009-10-22T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T08:30:59.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age Differences</title><content type='html'>Once again, my absence from the blog world was by choice as I wasn't sure I wanted to share what's been going on in my life. But, I felt the need to put something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age seems to play an important role in relationships and a large gap in years can mean more differences than just the time you’ve spent on the planet compared to your partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The variation in age could actually be an advantage and strength in your relationship if you let it. Spending time with a person who is older or younger than you by a good amount of years can offer you newfound perspective on life and even broaden your own horizons. Having a younger partner can help reconnect you to a more vibrant lifestyle and actually leave you feeling younger yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger men see older women differently these days because they are different. More women than men are graduating from college, entering professional careers, and starting their own businesses. Their beauty is enhanced by an inner glow of accomplishment, independence, and self-assurance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132014857630433138-5872645043648659799?l=diya-sharma11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/feeds/5872645043648659799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2009/10/age-differences-dating-someone-younger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/5872645043648659799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/5872645043648659799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2009/10/age-differences-dating-someone-younger.html' title='Age Differences'/><author><name>DIVYA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_62idQ6AW6FA/SnajRUpFJ8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z6yGXlScmOg/S220/36541.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132014857630433138.post-1949104754821916464</id><published>2009-08-16T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:27:39.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And here comes “HE”…..</title><content type='html'>It’s not been long enough since when I have known “him”.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how far do I “really know” him.. but whatever I know about him is all here..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“MY Baby”… more of a "boy having lots of drmz”.. as generally boys are..!! You would find him talking sensible enough. Wherever he is, he spreads laughter all around.. He is indeed quite helpful.. quite caring &amp; Full of love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy who spreads happiness all around.. i just love his company.. He Plays so many roles in one relation.. he loves like a lover, cares like a brother, understands like a friend, supports like a dad.. He is a complete package Gifted by God to Me..&lt;br /&gt;For me he is everything.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we laugh, we quarell, we cry 2gthr..... &lt;br /&gt;when i am with him I forgt that m a girl of 25... i just love 2 b like him(behaving like a kid)... he is so inocent that his Innocence reveals everywhr... Everyone wants his presencein their life... sometimes i felt jealous of that coz he's mine...&lt;br /&gt;but on the other moment i felt he's nt mine only.... he do have his own friends &amp; loved ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s my “honey bunch”, “sugarplum”, “pumpy-umpy-umpkin”, “sweet-pie”, “cuppy cake”, “gumdrop”, “snoogums-boogums”, “apple of my eye”, “sweetheart”,  ”idiot”,  ”my baby”,  and sooooooo many moreee niks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never gave much priority to looks ever.. but then by God’s grace, he is pretty good-looking as well.. ohh.. how can i forget 2 explain his smile..?? Baby is having  a dimpled smile... that can steals any1's heart....(I havn’t ever told him that my heart skips a beat whenever I see his smile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s a rare cut diamond with a billion sides to his personality…!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s the reason of my smile. Whenever I find him online or whenever my phone rings (with his number on the display), my heart starts beating at a higher and I start feeling so happy. I haven’t still been able to configure out “why”…??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132014857630433138-1949104754821916464?l=diya-sharma11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/feeds/1949104754821916464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-here-comes-he.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/1949104754821916464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/1949104754821916464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-here-comes-he.html' title='And here comes “HE”…..'/><author><name>DIVYA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_62idQ6AW6FA/SnajRUpFJ8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z6yGXlScmOg/S220/36541.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132014857630433138.post-6774530632627378654</id><published>2009-08-16T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T10:36:02.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams….. undefined..!!</title><content type='html'>It was one of those very common nights, yet it seemed so different. I was so joyful for unknown reasons. I felt a tingling run through my heart. Just “he” was running on my mind. From the day we met, till today – every moment flashed through my mind and a smile ran through my lips instantly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were open wide; I was awake, yet lost is some other world – a world of fantasy, a world of love – where just the two of us existed. It felt so beautiful. I was lost in “dreams”. I still think – ‘Will this dream come true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt him by my side. His smile was everything.I could see the happiness in his eyes. The words were not at all required for both of us to describe our happiness. All was said by the eyes. "His eyes” revealed all that immense love that he always had for me in his heart. He held my hand, and my heart skipped a beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this suddenly my mom gave me a call (in reality) and I was out of my dreams. I laughed at myself and wondered – Would such a dream ever come true? And this is all what I still wonder..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132014857630433138-6774530632627378654?l=diya-sharma11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/feeds/6774530632627378654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreams-undefined.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/6774530632627378654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/6774530632627378654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreams-undefined.html' title='Dreams….. undefined..!!'/><author><name>DIVYA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_62idQ6AW6FA/SnajRUpFJ8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z6yGXlScmOg/S220/36541.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132014857630433138.post-3307914804011225502</id><published>2009-08-12T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:33:55.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>I want to see through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;To see why you hurt and rain&lt;br /&gt;Only then I will understand&lt;br /&gt;What gives you so much pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to beat through your heart&lt;br /&gt;To know what makes it bleed so much&lt;br /&gt;A heart so divine and pure&lt;br /&gt;Why it cries out for a simple touch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live in your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;To know what are your dreams&lt;br /&gt;I want to breathe in your agony&lt;br /&gt;And hear your silent screams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear your unspoken words&lt;br /&gt;To know what you feel each moment&lt;br /&gt;I want to heal all your wounds&lt;br /&gt;And set you free from the torments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me in and see your darkness&lt;br /&gt;Show me why your world so cold&lt;br /&gt;Give me your hands &lt;br /&gt;I will walk you through sunshine&lt;br /&gt;And give my all to make you whole...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132014857630433138-3307914804011225502?l=diya-sharma11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/feeds/3307914804011225502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2009/08/through-your-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/3307914804011225502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/3307914804011225502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2009/08/through-your-eyes.html' title='Through Your Eyes'/><author><name>DIVYA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_62idQ6AW6FA/SnajRUpFJ8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z6yGXlScmOg/S220/36541.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132014857630433138.post-3504395834034320549</id><published>2009-08-08T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:31:42.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST LOVE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You and me,remember&lt;br /&gt;In the month of December&lt;br /&gt;Sitting under that tree&lt;br /&gt;Where'LOVE'was absolutely free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were together&lt;br /&gt;And romantic was the weather&lt;br /&gt;You were so close&lt;br /&gt;I needed no extra dose &lt;br /&gt;Love was in the air&lt;br /&gt;And i would see you evrywhere&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget your lips,&lt;br /&gt;Rosy red&lt;br /&gt;Which would make even the&lt;br /&gt;Braviest lie dead&lt;br /&gt;I stil remember that amazing kiss&lt;br /&gt;Something none would want&lt;br /&gt;to miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through beautiful lands&lt;br /&gt;With my hands in your hands&lt;br /&gt;We went on and on&lt;br /&gt;Till the sun was gone.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly,there was&lt;br /&gt;Change in the weather&lt;br /&gt;We were no longer together&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances have betrayed us&lt;br /&gt;Distances have strayed us&lt;br /&gt;I know you are crying&lt;br /&gt;But believe me,'I am trying'&lt;br /&gt;I know you are weeping&lt;br /&gt;But believe me even I'm not sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Your dream comes,but&lt;br /&gt;Never goes.&lt;br /&gt;Memories are fresh like a&lt;br /&gt;Fresh rose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back,and we'll be&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;Come back,and romantic&lt;br /&gt;will be the weather&lt;br /&gt;Keep looking at the Moon&lt;br /&gt;I promise we"ll meet soon......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132014857630433138-3504395834034320549?l=diya-sharma11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/feeds/3504395834034320549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Name...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132014857630433138-942210865715832986?l=diya-sharma11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/feeds/942210865715832986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2009/08/question.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/942210865715832986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132014857630433138/posts/default/942210865715832986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diya-sharma11.blogspot.com/2009/08/question.html' title='a question'/><author><name>DIVYA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_62idQ6AW6FA/SnajRUpFJ8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z6yGXlScmOg/S220/36541.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132014857630433138.post-7881036919476359588</id><published>2009-08-03T01:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:58:56.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes V meet people in life,&lt;br /&gt;not related 2 us by blood but by inexplicable ties that are only understood by the heart.&lt;br /&gt;How to name such relations where v shower all our love on the other person but are not sure what he/she is  to us when asked by someone else...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132014857630433138-7881036919476359588?l=diya-sharma11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_62idQ6AW6FA/SnajRUpFJ8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z6yGXlScmOg/S220/36541.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132014857630433138.post-1092064430284369988</id><published>2009-08-03T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:20:49.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not everybody is someone's brother, or sister...&lt;br /&gt;Or someone's father or mother...&lt;br /&gt;Or boyfriend or girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;Or lover or friend...&lt;br /&gt;Or......&lt;br /&gt;Some relations go beyond the human confine of words...&lt;br /&gt;Some relations define you...&lt;br /&gt;But you can't define them, no matter how hard you try...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132014857630433138-1092064430284369988?l=diya-sharma11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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