<?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-357611095304368506</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:13:51.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity and Passion</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smriti-thememories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357611095304368506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smriti-thememories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Smriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02404170412374872306</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357611095304368506.post-9133286642426577287</id><published>2007-02-28T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T18:19:51.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...When Love was right!!...</title><content type='html'>I feel all alone babe'&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my sky&lt;br /&gt;Clouds are dark and thick&lt;br /&gt;And my love is blind&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;That I could die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;When love was right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feel of your nearness&lt;br /&gt;I miss all day and night&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your breathe&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your hug&lt;br /&gt;and the taste of your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Ou so much I miss&lt;br /&gt;You were my dream &lt;br /&gt;You were my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;When love was right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey I need to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;And listen your voice&lt;br /&gt;Say that I love you, only you&lt;br /&gt;As many times&lt;br /&gt;You made me believe &lt;br /&gt;that you were my man&lt;br /&gt;and You would love me forever&lt;br /&gt;In all the ways you can&lt;br /&gt;See now I look so stupid and fool&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop myself from missing you&lt;br /&gt;You took away my heart&lt;br /&gt;and tore it apart&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding now and then&lt;br /&gt;Ou it pains so deep&lt;br /&gt;My soul is bruised&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't any medicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong ?&lt;br /&gt;When love was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed away&lt;br /&gt;but the wound is still so fresh&lt;br /&gt;and those memories of those beautiful days&lt;br /&gt;when everything seemed so perfect&lt;br /&gt;July rain was romantic&lt;br /&gt;And autumn air the same&lt;br /&gt;December was so warm around your arm&lt;br /&gt;Summer almost took away my breathe&lt;br /&gt;Those memories dear, now haunts me&lt;br /&gt;wherever I stroll, whenever I am alone&lt;br /&gt;A question then unanswered&lt;br /&gt;still lingers and pierce my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;When love was so right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/357611095304368506-9133286642426577287?l=smriti-thememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357611095304368506.post-2543352347635520541</id><published>2007-02-22T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T17:19:02.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unrevealed....</title><content type='html'>My love remained unrevealed&lt;br /&gt;A Poem;&lt;br /&gt; Imagined, never created.&lt;br /&gt;An arrow;&lt;br /&gt; Arched never shot&lt;br /&gt;A song;&lt;br /&gt; Hummed, never sung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, remained undiscovered&lt;br /&gt;A treasure; &lt;br /&gt; You never cared to find out&lt;br /&gt;A beauty;&lt;br /&gt; You never cared to praise&lt;br /&gt;A feeling;&lt;br /&gt; You never cared to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love remained isolated&lt;br /&gt;An answer;&lt;br /&gt; To the question unasked&lt;br /&gt;A shore;&lt;br /&gt; To the boat never sailed&lt;br /&gt;A quench;&lt;br /&gt; To the thirst unborn.&lt;div 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title='Unrevealed....'/><author><name>Smriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02404170412374872306</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-357611095304368506.post-7362032030805784065</id><published>2007-02-21T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:46:48.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love? !!!!</title><content type='html'>I asked tears, “What is love?”&lt;br /&gt;It cried and complained, “Love is pain”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked joys, “What is love?”&lt;br /&gt;It smiled and confessed, “Love is happiness”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked songs, “What is love?”&lt;br /&gt;It sang and explained, “Love is music”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked faith, “What is love?”&lt;br /&gt;It honestly admitted, “Love is trust”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked time, “What is love?”&lt;br /&gt;It moved on and insisted, “Love is eternity”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my heart, “What is love?”&lt;br /&gt;It revealed the truth, “Love is You”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/357611095304368506-7362032030805784065?l=smriti-thememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smriti-thememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7362032030805784065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=357611095304368506&amp;postID=7362032030805784065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357611095304368506/posts/default/7362032030805784065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357611095304368506/posts/default/7362032030805784065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smriti-thememories.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love? !!!!'/><author><name>Smriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02404170412374872306</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-357611095304368506.post-3887976972526876109</id><published>2007-02-20T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T20:06:02.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Passion</title><content type='html'>My voice gets numb&lt;br /&gt;I'll have no more &lt;br /&gt;sweet words to tell&lt;br /&gt;No more glory of youth &lt;br /&gt;No more flowers as such, to share&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me then?&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you do now&lt;br /&gt;Will you feel my every pain, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes surround&lt;br /&gt;With wrinkles around&lt;br /&gt;And, I remain&lt;br /&gt;No more a young, beautiful lady&lt;br /&gt;You get to know &lt;br /&gt;I'm no more a fresh flower&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me then?&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you do now&lt;br /&gt;Will you care for me then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can dance no more&lt;br /&gt;With you in the monsoon rain&lt;br /&gt;Nor can I be a nightingale&lt;br /&gt;Just to relieve your pain&lt;br /&gt;But you feel delight&lt;br /&gt;To know I'm there&lt;br /&gt;Living Within you as your soul&lt;br /&gt;And my love hasn't faded&lt;br /&gt;Along the fading years of age&lt;br /&gt;Will you care for me then?&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you do now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/357611095304368506-3887976972526876109?l=smriti-thememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smriti-thememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3887976972526876109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=357611095304368506&amp;postID=3887976972526876109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357611095304368506/posts/default/3887976972526876109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357611095304368506/posts/default/3887976972526876109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smriti-thememories.blogspot.com/2007/02/eternal-passion.html' title='Eternal Passion'/><author><name>Smriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02404170412374872306</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-357611095304368506.post-5691154911284326147</id><published>2007-02-20T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T18:58:58.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Mr. Crush ( Revealing the HEART BEAT)</title><content type='html'>Dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply, don’t know from where to begin? But I know I have to and I express it this way…&lt;br /&gt;I had been holding myself very still, holding a door shut, muting the music of my heart. I could never voice my feelings…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... why was it so that my heart swelled with joy when you glanced smiling in my direction? How can a rhythm of a stride, sight in the doorway, soft humming voice cause the tides of a heart to ebb and to flow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whose strides are these?&lt;br /&gt;Whose is this music?&lt;br /&gt;Who is calling me from million miles apart?&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Who is this knocking at door of my heart? “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to convince myself, its an illusion. I must be imagining a feeling that does not exist. But, yes, I cannot deny, there has not been a moment when my heart has not whispered of your thoughts. It is as though, your every single move have cast a spell on me. My lips open for no word because my mind floats in your deep thoughts, and eyes are always dreaming of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are a companion&lt;br /&gt;In my solitude&lt;br /&gt;You are a paradise&lt;br /&gt;Of this deserted life&lt;br /&gt;You are an explanation&lt;br /&gt;To my anonymous emotion&lt;br /&gt;You are a blessing &lt;br /&gt;To my only devotion “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling is spontaneous. It has started never to stop. I don’t know what it is and why is it flowing in me? After my infinite trials, I’ve finally come to a conclusion. “I m in love”. Yes, world has named this feeling as love. Ah! How sweet is this word “love”.&lt;br /&gt;…But, I fear, is this one sided amour? Does my love hold any significance for you? Do I exist in any part of your life? Do you even give a thought for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You never tried to measure depth of my feelings&lt;br /&gt;You never tried to listen Voice of my heart&lt;br /&gt;You never tried to read Words for you in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You never tried to know There was a truth, in my every lies.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot seem to shake off this restless feelings………………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours'&lt;br /&gt;Dreamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/357611095304368506-5691154911284326147?l=smriti-thememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smriti-thememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5691154911284326147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=357611095304368506&amp;postID=5691154911284326147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357611095304368506/posts/default/5691154911284326147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357611095304368506/posts/default/5691154911284326147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smriti-thememories.blogspot.com/2007/02/heart-beat.html' title='Letter to Mr. Crush ( Revealing the HEART BEAT)'/><author><name>Smriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02404170412374872306</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-357611095304368506.post-4674329266672706186</id><published>2006-12-06T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T18:22:58.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of You...........</title><content type='html'>That shy smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;Urges me to think…&lt;br /&gt;…m' thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;That quiet look from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Forces me to think….&lt;br /&gt;….and I'm thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some silly reasons you make&lt;br /&gt;To meet …babe' I can figure it out&lt;br /&gt;These stupid reasons&lt;br /&gt;Begs me to think…&lt;br /&gt;….and I'm thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time when we were &lt;br /&gt;Out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I could see the glitter in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That made me smile&lt;br /&gt;Since then…I've been thinking of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/357611095304368506-4674329266672706186?l=smriti-thememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smriti-thememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4674329266672706186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=357611095304368506&amp;postID=4674329266672706186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357611095304368506/posts/default/4674329266672706186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357611095304368506/posts/default/4674329266672706186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smriti-thememories.blogspot.com/2006/12/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of You...........'/><author><name>Smriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02404170412374872306</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-357611095304368506.post-695920448274254696</id><published>2006-11-18T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T17:10:24.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat Less</title><content type='html'>Loaded with questions, for long unanswered&lt;br /&gt;And Hefty moments, for long unforgotten&lt;br /&gt;Crushed to the core, shattered with dreams&lt;br /&gt;And a poisonous needle, piercing every now and then&lt;br /&gt;My heart is breathless, my heart is beat less&lt;br /&gt;Yet pounding with heavy silent sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacant like a drum, thunder with storm&lt;br /&gt;And a flower in a flower vase&lt;br /&gt;Mourning for being early in its grave&lt;br /&gt;And the touch of trespassers by&lt;br /&gt;Makes it want to cry, an unheard cry&lt;br /&gt;My heart is over fed, with heartache&lt;br /&gt;And tainted with stained memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is breathless, my heart is beat less&lt;br /&gt;Tainted with stained memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumbled over and over, I'm losing control&lt;br /&gt;You've done enough, played your role&lt;br /&gt;In a story, written by you, and a drama self directed&lt;br /&gt;What have you done? See what have you done?&lt;br /&gt;Your makeup is gone, forever gone&lt;br /&gt;And now I stand alone on the stage, &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to come&lt;br /&gt;My heart is shivered, turned into icy lane&lt;br /&gt;And lingering for these ices to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is over fed, with heartache&lt;br /&gt;My heart is breathless, my heart is beat less&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/357611095304368506-695920448274254696?l=smriti-thememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smriti-thememories.blogspot.com/feeds/695920448274254696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=357611095304368506&amp;postID=695920448274254696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357611095304368506/posts/default/695920448274254696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357611095304368506/posts/default/695920448274254696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smriti-thememories.blogspot.com/2006/11/beat-less.html' title='Beat Less'/><author><name>Smriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02404170412374872306</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-357611095304368506.post-604097973444334282</id><published>2006-11-18T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T17:05:31.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Oasis To Thee</title><content type='html'>When the dawn befalls on thy soul&lt;br /&gt;The trepidation of darkness slay thy heart&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall seek for a tender care&lt;br /&gt;Find no arms to embrace thee, anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall moan in eternal pain&lt;br /&gt;Curse thyself for moments slipped in vain&lt;br /&gt;Deceased thee sans happiness, though alive&lt;br /&gt;Fretting thee become amidst self funeral pyre&lt;br /&gt;Crucified are the dreams, stabbed are desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's then, my dear, raise your head &lt;br /&gt;Take a look&lt;br /&gt;With purity of saffron, a caring touch&lt;br /&gt;With sparkles of diamond, soothing eyes&lt;br /&gt;With exquisiteness of rain drops, on a deserted land&lt;br /&gt;With shoulder for you to cry on, an oasis to lean&lt;br /&gt;Aye my friend, I'll be there, just for thee&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the moment thy would hug me&lt;br /&gt;And cry out thy fears, let go the old dreams&lt;br /&gt;We'll together build a new life&lt;br /&gt;Least give a beginning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/357611095304368506-604097973444334282?l=smriti-thememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smriti-thememories.blogspot.com/feeds/604097973444334282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=357611095304368506&amp;postID=604097973444334282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357611095304368506/posts/default/604097973444334282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357611095304368506/posts/default/604097973444334282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smriti-thememories.blogspot.com/2006/11/oasis-to-thee.html' title='An Oasis To Thee'/><author><name>Smriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02404170412374872306</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>
