<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 06:53:22 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>ESCAPADES...</title><description></description><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-6721671419118965492</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 05:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-26T11:11:32.192+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Anger</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>India</category><title>Bharat and Bastards</title><atom:summary type='text'>Dedicated to the martyrs of 26/11 who were brave (stupid) enough to lay their lives for the nation. Jai Maharashtra. Jai Bihar. Jai Tamil Nadu.....Jai HIND.

I can't help but wonder about the magnanimity of this nation. It forever forgives. And we continue to err. We continue making bridges and flyovers with grade-2 materials, burn women, erect statues, donate to Gods with a thousand arms and </atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/11/bharat-and-bastards.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-2866314095693565681</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 03:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T08:55:09.178+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Bah</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rant</category><title>The Horror</title><atom:summary type='text'>A good friend from college delivered a baby girl yesterday! Yay! Good day for motherhood!! But what I just realised is the fact that in exactly a year from now, the baby will start to talk! That my friends will be the time, when life will never be the same again. 

The kid will call us 'AUNTY'!!!!!! The Horror. THE HORROR!!

I'm moving to greener pastures where they stick to first names :(

PS: </atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/11/horror.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-2859945648614002081</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 04:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T10:23:22.452+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rant</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Happy</category><title>Ohkay!</title><atom:summary type='text'>

So Shiva realised that people are quitting the faith and hence decided to Answer. Therefore, the light at the end of the bloody tunnel that was switched off in the wake of the recent economic meltdow, has been repaired. It's now blinding. 

Either ways, I fail to see the fucking road :(

But yes, UPBEAT with the turn of events :D


</atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/11/ohkay.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-1765164980579599498</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 05:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T11:25:09.287+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Anger</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rant</category><title>Argh.</title><atom:summary type='text'>Pissed.

Not well.

Hate my job.

Hate co-workers more.

Single.

Indecisive.

Pending domain certifications.

Bad day.

Sulky. Grouchy. Cranky.

Might have to relocate..to Bangalore of all the places! Hate it hate it hate it.

Love Chennai way too much. 

Need a time machine. Or antimatter. 

Shiva and Co. are vacationing. Heard that the Jesus guy listens. AND answers. I'm converting.</atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/11/argh.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-3643817917727334416</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 18:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T08:50:36.729+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>India</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Finding God</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Gratitude</category><title>Experiencing Ethereal-ness :)</title><atom:summary type='text'>
I write this as the world around me sleeps and their rhythmic breathing is echoed into  the darkness of the night, as a lazy dog roams to find his dinner, as the rain outside tenderly kisses the Earth and as my typing gently teases the silence that rests at this time of the day. I write this as I try to find myself amid dreariness that has come to become synonymous with a life that’s getting no </atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/11/experiencing-ethereal-ness.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-2932728443140265353</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 17:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-15T21:23:05.449+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rant</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Cyn-I-c</category><title>Drink, swear and smile</title><atom:summary type='text'>

'sometimes the plan works out itself, just keep your mind open..'



Open to what love..more shit?


'100% of all I have,100% of me and I bloody don't care what the future has in store for me, anymore.'


Reality check baby, God's on a vacation and is watching Sachin play so you can go be a bitch and be all selfish. Fuck the goody-two-shoes jazz, 'cuz seriously, it doesn't matter.


'P.S. I </atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/11/drink-swear-and-smile.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-8830037715425724826</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 04:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T09:32:42.927+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Metal</category><title>The Legend and The Truth</title><atom:summary type='text'>Awe-friggin-some song by Dezperadoz/Desperados, a German melodic Metal band. One of the best I've heard. ENTIRE credit goes to V for introducing them to me :)

Why's the music killer?

1. It transports to you to another era. Rmember the outlaws and the trains and the horses and the robberies. Yeah, that is EXACTLY where they transport you.

2. Makes me wanna do a steamy Salsa with Guy Fawkes. </atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/11/legend-and-truth.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISeFThaS3Fs/SvuB5dgXDgI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/d4MYW7DeB3A/s72-c/lnt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-1669350571244298389</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 05:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T10:47:10.627+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>The Lizard King</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rant</category><title>Droooooool</title><atom:summary type='text'>

Well, show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

I.N.T.O.X.I.C.A.T.E.D. Falling in love with Morrison all over again. Kilmer drives me nuts for the 953rd time. The movie is genius! 

Love ME two times baby...

PS: Doesn't chocolaty Jim look absolutely gorgeous? On a different note--YUM-MY!</atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/11/droooooool.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISeFThaS3Fs/SvpF5wgR7GI/AAAAAAAAB7w/vE2vvLYH8Bo/s72-c/jim%2520morrison%25201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-2303297308361281218</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 04:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T10:32:41.527+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Anger</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rant</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Johnnie</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Distance</category><title>Johnnie and Mustaine</title><atom:summary type='text'>'Time has its way of taking time'

Johnnie quotes Mustaine and proves yet again that he's the BEST guy friend a girl can have and He is the high priest (if not God!). The brown bastard is in UK pursuing white chicks, Catholicism and Aerospace Vehicle Design amongst other things. Come back to India you fuckhead, 'cuz I miss you like shit and need to hug you. Why? 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The greatest war this nation saw was won majorly because of ahimsa. I’ve calmed down. I still do fight. But not with the same ferocity. The vehemence has sort of died on. But I’m aware that its ‘cuz I’ve grown mature and responsible. I’ve realized that to </atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/11/speculating_06.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-3512256987099944538</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T09:06:27.847+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Learn</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Finding God</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Food for thought</category><title>Contemplating GOD-1</title><atom:summary type='text'>'When you know you own God you will not be in a hurry to get something out of God' -Sri Sri Ravi ShankarSri Sri also says 'When you have infinite patience, you will realize God belongs to you'. Does that mean that its wrong to be impatient? Is it ok to 'wait' for the right thing to happen? Of course karma calls. Pray but don't forget to lock your car. Yeah..makes sense :)</atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/11/contemplating-god.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-1196441857822672087</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 04:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T09:11:48.483+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rant</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Food for thought</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Love</category><title>Love/Knot/Not?</title><atom:summary type='text'>This post has been pending for a really long time. This is another side (and not a counter argument!) to this. Now, to have jotted down all of that, Niki was either high or he really does believe in Cupid. While I believe in love myself, there are certain things about this elusive phenomenon that irritate me. Now N believes in soul mates. And why just Niki, everybody does. 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I've looked back and learnt what I don't want to be. I look at the future and there are so many things that I want to be. All knowing still clueless. Right now, I'm happy. Personally, I couldn't be happier. But the moment I begin considering the happiness in context of just me -- removed from other people, love etc -- it </atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/10/cranium-conundrum.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISeFThaS3Fs/SunCCsPqZZI/AAAAAAAAB4k/C8Kiz7QKURM/s72-c/Confused-Pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-1833480764531637640</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 15:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-24T21:09:55.424+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Family</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rant</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Career</category><title>Road/Map</title><atom:summary type='text'>Dad asked me about the Roadmap.So I told him about the map.Turns out, there's no fuckin' road. And the light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off. I miss A. All this when I was khamakha happy. Have found a wonderful friend in V. Massive hug to him for being an absolute pain in the youknowwhere :)PS:To Div: we need to meet. I need to hug you!To Shil: Come Oct 30..love you mayya :) </atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/10/dad-asked-me-about-roadmap.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-673792468463391879</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 03:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-23T09:29:49.104+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rant</category><title>Incubus</title><atom:summary type='text'>Horrible. Horrible.One that I could taste, smell and feel. One that unlike others, I can remember. VIVIDLY.One that left a stench so strong, even my most prized perfume couldn't subside.One that tasted so bitter that one whole bar of Mars couldn't erase.One that felt so horrifying that rubbing the body lotion for an entire 10 minutes couldn't soothe the shivers.I hate having night terrors during </atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/10/incubus.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISeFThaS3Fs/SuEmYByHsjI/AAAAAAAAB4c/8EoTKYTALsc/s72-c/scarfe_wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-3368248534536481663</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 08:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-23T16:09:56.654+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>India</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Bliss</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Faith</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Womanhood</category><title>She's Arrived :)</title><atom:summary type='text'>A couple of days back I fought with my parents. For various reasons. And told them I will not join them in Calcutta for Durga Pujo if they don’t let me go to Bombay to meet Johnnie before he finally flies for UK. BUT the dhak beckons. The dhunuchi naach invites. Ma-er mukh leads me to Her. With authority. And I’m NOT going to miss it for anything. This is ONE time when the agnostic me surrenders </atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/09/couple-of-days-back-i-fought-with-my.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISeFThaS3Fs/SryDBb2mvAI/AAAAAAAABhk/DVp4mQkkZBo/s72-c/Eye_to_Eye_-_artist_giving_final_touch_to_the_eyes_of_Durga,__Kumartuli_-_Kolkata,_1997.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-2873899215728186173</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 03:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-17T09:14:05.400+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pain</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rape</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Prostitution</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Womanhood</category><title>Of life in short orgasms…</title><atom:summary type='text'>Snow flakes and diamondsThe sharp heelsThe perfume that smells of anxietyThe warm eiderdown Nothing asked, nothing toldGod stabbed under her skinBetween acts of a play almost writtenThe dried paint on her lipsThe ringing cash registersShe pretends to dressAs she hums the tune her mother sang her once And brushes the song off her shoouldersLost at the cross-roadsUnder snow flakes and diamonds </atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-life-in-short-orgasms.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISeFThaS3Fs/SrGsMXzOanI/AAAAAAAABhE/8VG4TUrw-44/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-4943161099850429614</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 03:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-15T09:40:07.944+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hope</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dreams</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Cyn-I-c</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Stranger</category><title>Some Sunday, he'll kiss my cheek and say hello..</title><atom:summary type='text'>Atleast one?? who will not be a lecherous bastard..who will not grope me when I hug him..who will help me define who I am..who will not scoff when I say, I want to pursue religious studies one day..who will help me solve the Rubik's cube..who will respect me and my dreams..Oh let the cynic be. With truth. So yeah, NO. But, maybe, just maybe, YES :)Some Sunday. North East India. A random Stranger.</atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-sunday-hell-kiss-my-cheek-and-say.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-7211523844778085441</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 05:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-23T16:10:15.729+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Anger</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>India</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Learn</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Loss</category><title>Aware</title><atom:summary type='text'>A 56-year old perfectly healthy guy. No diabetes, no heart problems, no cholesterol. Just BP. Loves his son. Loves his 2 daughters more than the son.Is pronounced dead on arrival.While the military van’s (that hit his bike) driver and the traffic police haggle and while others pass by, cursing the stupid accident that has brought the traffic to a standstill and caused them delay, he fought the </atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/09/aware.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-3242661097883702024</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 03:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T09:02:55.458+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Family</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Learn</category><title>To Dad...</title><atom:summary type='text'>SUPPORT is not always monetary.Love,Bittu</atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-dad.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-9108575287729218095</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 16:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-21T21:55:00.272+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pain</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rape</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Child Abuse</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Womanhood</category><title>Vagina and the vaster void.</title><atom:summary type='text'>" ....Those like Dr. Mukwege, a Congolese OB/GYN and founder of the Panzi Hospital in Bukavu who has been sewing up women’s and little girl’s vaginas for 12 years as fast as the militias are ripping them apart...."wept after reading this. Don't have the strength to post it here. Please do read it.PS: REALLY WANT to watch 'The Vagina Monologues'..I'm SUCH an idiot to have bunked the play while it </atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/08/vagina-and-vaster-void.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-8633938041233245416</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 15:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-18T21:06:28.775+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pain</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Loss</category><title>The Truth</title><atom:summary type='text'>We lay naked. Under the same sheet. He held me close. Tight. I felt secure. In one moment he allayed all my fears. He was my truth. And two years later, I was just another girl......The scar on my arm burned. I now know the importance of a wound. Its an evidence of the pain inside and when you watch it heal, in some strange way, its comforting.</atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/08/truth.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISeFThaS3Fs/SorJurzXvJI/AAAAAAAABe8/xK-PuiAcNbo/s72-c/Tears_by_marklarka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-5364428543474433732</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 15:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-16T22:09:51.108+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Friendship</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Bliss</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Love</category><title>Mmud-dle-ffud-dlo :D</title><atom:summary type='text'>There are very few friends who change the way you look at life, who change the way you define certain terms, who change the way you look at your own self and who take part with you in every crazy ride of life without questioning. They support you without ever doubting your capabilities, they NEVER say 'no'. And deep down inside, you might never have said it to them, but you know that without them</atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/08/mmud-dle-ffud-dlo-d.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISeFThaS3Fs/Sogw9LrvNSI/AAAAAAAABe0/dJFKOi2uAz4/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-5429460591764307691</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2009 08:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T14:20:07.633+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Strength</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Happy</category><title>Ah..the happy tunes.. :)</title><atom:summary type='text'>So what if my life isn't going on as 'planned'I've a thump in my toeSo what if my latest crush turned out to be an absolute loserI've a jiggle in my knee So what if the guy who secretly likes me isn't saying it out loudMy curls are in a disarraySo what if I'm not going to the US this yearMy head's bobbing to and froI'm right here..in namma Chennai..with the people I love, in the city I've been </atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahthe-happy-tunes.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISeFThaS3Fs/Sn1BY8KIL-I/AAAAAAAABes/_4b3rgpqVdU/s72-c/scan0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538889145639439085.post-929083983426406124</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 16:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-08T15:00:52.217+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Friendship</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Learn</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Strength</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Smile</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Love</category><title>Fly me to the moon...</title><atom:summary type='text'>The moon isn't always visible from my window. But whenever it is, its brighter than ever before. It plays hide and seek at just the right moments making it the perfect day :)This was the moon from my window day before yesterday. I suddenly wanted to go there..and I played Frank Sinatra and wished he was alive.."Moon river wider than a mileI'm crossing you in style someday...."Penned this down for</atom:summary><link>http://soulescapades.blogspot.com/2009/08/fly-me-to-moon.html</link><author>luckyaqua@gmail.com (Swati)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISeFThaS3Fs/SnhjxbZ--_I/AAAAAAAABd8/fR2nzp2GL7s/s72-c/moon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item></channel></rss>