<?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-1293640674882085749</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:11:33.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>live and let live</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buvanakn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293640674882085749/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buvanakn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>buvana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18255140006435735253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293640674882085749.post-3943926455289398041</id><published>2008-07-12T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T04:43:07.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE BEDROOM FLAT... A Bitter Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in Software Engineering and joined a company based in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;USA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;, the land of braves and opportunity. When I arrived in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;USA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;, it was as if a dream had come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Here at last I was in the place where I want to be. I decided I would be staying in this country for about Five years in which time I would have earned enough money to settle down in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was a government employee and after his retirement, the only asset he could acquire was a decent one bedroom flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do some thing more than him. I started feeling homesick and lonely as the time passed. I used to call home and speak to my parents every week using cheap international phone cards. Two years passed, two years of Burgers at McDonald's and pizzas and discos and 2 years watching the foreign exchange rate getting happy whenever the Rupee value went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I decided to get married. Told my parents that I have only 10 days of holidays and everything must be done within these 10 days. I got my ticket booked in the cheapest flight. Was jubilant and was actually enjoying hopping for gifts for all my friends back home. If I miss anyone then there will be talks. After reaching home I spent home one week going through all the photographs of girls and as the time was getting shorter I was forced to select one candidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get married in 2-3 days, as I will not get anymore holidays. After the marriage, it was time to return to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;USA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;, after giving some money to my parents and telling the neighbors to look after them, we returned to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;USA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife enjoyed this country for about two months and then she started feeling lonely. The frequency of calling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; increased to twice in a week sometimes 3 times a week. Our savings started diminishing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;After two more years we started to have kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and a girl, were gifted to us by the almighty. Every time I spoke to my parents, they asked me to come to Indiaso that they can see their grand-children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I decide to go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;… But part work part monetary conditions prevented it. Years went by and visiting Indiawas a distant dream. Then suddenly one day I got a message that my parents were seriously sick. I tried but I couldn't get any holidays and thus could not go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; ... The next message I got was my parents had passed away and as there was no one to do the last rights the society members had done whatever they could. I was depressed. My parents had passed away without seeing their grand children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After couple more years passed away, much to my children's dislike and my wife's joy we returned to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; to settle down. I started to look for a suitable property, but to my dismay my savings were short and the property prices had gone up during all these years. I had to return to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;USA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife refused to come back with me and my children refused to stay in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;... My 2 children and I returned to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; after promising my wife I would be back for good after two years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Time passed by, my daughter decided to get married to an American and my son was happy living in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;USA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;... I decided that had enough and wound-up every thing and returned to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;... I had just enough money to buy a decent 02 bedroom flat in a well-developed locality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go out of the flat is for the routine visit to the nearby temple. My faithful wife has also left me and gone to the holy abode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wondered was it worth all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father, even after staying in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a house to his name and I too have the same nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA BEDROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out from the window I see a lot of children dancing. This damned cable TV has spoiled our new generation and these children are losing their values and culture because of it. I get occasional cards from my children asking I am alright. Well at least they remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbors again who will be performing my last rights, God Bless them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the question still remains 'was all this worth it?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;I am still searching for an answer.................!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;START THINKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS IT JUST FOR ONE EXTRA BEDROOM???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS BEYOND THIS …..DON'T JUST LEAVE YOUR LIFE ……..&lt;br /&gt;START LIVING IT …….&lt;br /&gt;LIVE IT AS YOU WANT IT TO BE …….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293640674882085749-3943926455289398041?l=buvanakn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buvanakn.blogspot.com/feeds/3943926455289398041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293640674882085749&amp;postID=3943926455289398041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293640674882085749/posts/default/3943926455289398041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293640674882085749/posts/default/3943926455289398041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buvanakn.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-bedroom-flat-bitter-reality.html' title='ONE BEDROOM FLAT... A Bitter Reality'/><author><name>buvana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18255140006435735253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293640674882085749.post-6569392124732324887</id><published>2008-02-12T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:35:26.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True affection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;F&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;rom the very  beginning, girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy, saying that  it has got to do with family background, &amp;amp; that the girl will have to suffer  for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Due to family's  pressure, the couple quarrelled very often. Though the girl loved the guy  deeply, she always asked him: "How deep is your love for me?" As the guy is not  good with his words, this often caused the girl to be very upset. With that  &amp;amp; the family's pressure, the girl often vents her anger on him. As for him,  he only endured it in silence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After a couple of  years, the guy finally graduated &amp;amp; decided to further his studies overseas.  Before leaving, he proposed to the girl:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I'm not very good  with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care  of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk  them round. Will you marry me?" The girl agreed, &amp;amp; with the guy's  determination, the family finally gave in &amp;amp; agreed to let them get married.  So before he left, they got engaged. The girl went out to the working society,  whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love  through emails &amp;amp; phone calls. Though it was hard, but both never thought of  giving up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One day, while the  girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control.  when she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized that she was  badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she  realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. she had lost  her voice....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The doctor says  that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her  parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down. During  the stay in hospital, besides silent cry,.. it's still just that silent cry that  accompanied her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Upon reaching  home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone.  Which pierced into her heart every time it rang.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She does not wish  to let the guy know &amp;amp; not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter  to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;With that, she  sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions &amp;amp; millions of  letters, countless phone calls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is  still crying.... The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could  eventually forget everything &amp;amp; be happy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;With a new  environment, the girl learns sign language &amp;amp; started a new life. Telling  herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came &amp;amp;  told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened  to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A year has passed  &amp;amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing a invitation card for the  guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she opened the letter, she saw her  name in it instead. When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she  saw the guy standing in front of her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He used sign  language to tell her "I've spent a year to learn sign language. Just to let you  know that I've not forgotten our promise.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me have the  chance to be your voice. I Love You." With that, he slipped the ring back into  her finger. The girl finally smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Treat every  relationship as if it's the last one, then you'll know how to Give. Treat every  moment as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is it's the last day, then you'll know how to treasure.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Treasure what you  have right now, or else you will regret one day.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293640674882085749-6569392124732324887?l=buvanakn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buvanakn.blogspot.com/feeds/6569392124732324887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293640674882085749&amp;postID=6569392124732324887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293640674882085749/posts/default/6569392124732324887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293640674882085749/posts/default/6569392124732324887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buvanakn.blogspot.com/2008/02/true-affection.html' title='True affection'/><author><name>buvana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18255140006435735253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293640674882085749.post-9183088850901812813</id><published>2007-09-16T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T08:42:25.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his&lt;br /&gt;girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his future didn't seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;both of them, so they went their own ways there and then... &lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make&lt;br /&gt;something out of himself. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;set up his own company .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You never fail until you stop trying.&lt;/strong&gt; One rainy day, while this guy&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still &lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;drenched. It didn't take him long to realize they were his girl's&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to know that he wasn't the same any more; he had his own company, car, &lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;condo, etc. He made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was walking towards a cemetery, and so he got out of his car and&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;followed...and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes right&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;beside her... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;want to be his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him. &lt;strong&gt;Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, &lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;/strong&gt; She had wanted&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again...he can take some of those &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;back with him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;escape but what's in your heart will remain forever. &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The guy just wept...&lt;strong&gt;The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;right beside her knowing you can't have her, see her or be with her ever again.........hope you understand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to you, for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;thought meant nothing to you. &lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1293640674882085749-9183088850901812813?l=buvanakn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buvanakn.blogspot.com/feeds/9183088850901812813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293640674882085749&amp;postID=9183088850901812813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293640674882085749/posts/default/9183088850901812813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293640674882085749/posts/default/9183088850901812813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buvanakn.blogspot.com/2007/09/beautiful-story.html' title='A beautiful story'/><author><name>buvana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18255140006435735253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
