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Some say mutter Saraswati Mantra, Others suggest healing by tantra, Some say dress little look sexy, Others say wear a maxi Some say date and others say don't...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/728122"><title>Old houses and heritage</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/728122</link><description>Old houses are heritage Big and small the lineage is on their hooves and the charm is in their grooves</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/727394"><title>From sound proof to sound resilient</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/727394</link><description>As the drums of globalisation are beating at us, from Radha to Reena and Ritamma to Rizwana the voices shall rise and shall sink their sound bytes into a system that is otherwise sound proof and open it up to nature and to reality and to the women, the men, the transgenders, the birds, the bees,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/726829"><title>Huh, thoughts in limbo...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/726829</link><description>Huh, thoughts in limbo, flew fast though thick; no words to express, no gestures to make, so no poem to write, but here's one</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/726384"><title>It's a confused feeling...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/726384</link><description>It's always a confused feeling The body says what the mouth will not speak And sometimes the care says what the body will not say.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/725739"><title>Holding on...the limits to hope?</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/725739</link><description>Things smacked of corruption But I was holding on Things smacked of isolation But I was holding on Things smacked of loneliness But I was holding on Things smacked of manipulation But I was holding on Things smacked of being less priority But I was holding on Things smacked of grief But I was...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/724828"><title>If I were born again...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Straightforward7672/724828</link><description>If I were born again, would I be born to the same parents? 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