<?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-17893789</id><updated>2011-12-03T10:58:44.402+05:30</updated><title type='text'>little miss anu</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>345</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-116544975397941740</id><published>2006-12-07T05:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-07T05:38:59.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the night-watcher</title><content type='html'>today as I cuddled into bed&lt;br /&gt;under the window,&lt;br /&gt;I felt like someone was&lt;br /&gt;watching me intently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up and peered out of the window&lt;br /&gt;and saw a big round silver moon&lt;br /&gt;peaping through the gaps in the trees&lt;br /&gt;to look at me sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waved out to the moon and&lt;br /&gt;climbed back into my bedsheets&lt;br /&gt;the moon stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;shining onto my beautiful moon face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 5am today when I woke up, I looked up for the moon&lt;br /&gt;and it was gone,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, it has gone to shine on another beautiful face!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116544975397941740?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/116544975397941740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=116544975397941740&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116544975397941740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116544975397941740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/12/night-watcher.html' title='the night-watcher'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-116515220882917243</id><published>2006-12-03T19:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-03T18:56:45.220+05:30</updated><title type='text'>one full circle</title><content type='html'>today I gave my 5th kyu aikido test and&lt;br /&gt;after the test, sensei told me&lt;br /&gt;in front of all the students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anu, I'm very impressed seeing your rolls.&lt;br /&gt;you roll fabulously now, in a full circle.&lt;br /&gt;you should be very very proud of yourself&lt;br /&gt;to be able to roll in this fashion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beaming in joy and&lt;br /&gt;a sense of accomplishment&lt;br /&gt;many a bones I'd broken trying to learn to roll&lt;br /&gt;many a fears I've overcome trying to embrace a fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I can fall like a beautiful flower and&lt;br /&gt;I no more hold a fear of falling&lt;br /&gt;today I know that its nice to be&lt;br /&gt;up in the air&lt;br /&gt;in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is even more nice to dive&lt;br /&gt;down towards the earth&lt;br /&gt;it humbles you to take a fall&lt;br /&gt;it enriches you&lt;br /&gt;it empowers you&lt;br /&gt;it makes you complete&lt;br /&gt;the rise and the fall&lt;br /&gt;together form &lt;em&gt;one full circle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as sensei said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116515220882917243?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/116515220882917243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=116515220882917243&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116515220882917243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116515220882917243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-full-circle.html' title='one full circle'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-116489218489348866</id><published>2006-11-30T18:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-30T18:46:29.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a new friend</title><content type='html'>as I was leaving the hospital today,&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing and joking&lt;br /&gt;with the nurses and technicians&lt;br /&gt;suddenly I felt something,&lt;br /&gt;I turned around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curly hairs, light brown skin&lt;br /&gt;eyes are dark black and lovely too&lt;br /&gt;but this little girl of 7 is slightly different&lt;br /&gt;she has a catheter in her neck and&lt;br /&gt;her bright eyes are whispering little words to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this little girl staring at me&lt;br /&gt;something about her big beautiful round eyes&lt;br /&gt;and her curly locks, I was falling in love&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and waved out to her&lt;br /&gt;her silent big eyes suddenly brightened and&lt;br /&gt;she waved back&lt;br /&gt;smiling the sweetest smile I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is Nimisha, and on dialysis&lt;br /&gt;she does not talk or smile to anyone&lt;br /&gt;perhaps in my eyes she saw no sympathy&lt;br /&gt;but a precious glee and delight for her&lt;br /&gt;maybe she saw another 7yr old little girl in me&lt;br /&gt;this is going to be the begining of&lt;br /&gt;a wondrous friendship and&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited about my new friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116489218489348866?l=anustory.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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-116443951791305168</id><published>2006-11-25T13:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-25T14:03:58.450+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the balloon</title><content type='html'>late at night&lt;br /&gt;on my way back home,&lt;br /&gt;speeding through the highway&lt;br /&gt;I see hardly any vehicles on the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly from one of the vehicles&lt;br /&gt;flew out a big red color balloon&lt;br /&gt;it was snatched away swiftly by the night breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes sparkled at the thought&lt;br /&gt;of a little child around in one of the ricks&lt;br /&gt;I thought of the sadness the child might feel&lt;br /&gt;at the loss of his/her precious balloon&lt;br /&gt;as I peeped into the vehicles on the highway&lt;br /&gt;when I speeded past them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what do I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in one of the ricks stands a little girl&lt;br /&gt;laughing and chatterring away in utmost joy&lt;br /&gt;there was no trace of sadness or loss&lt;br /&gt;on her face or in her expressions&lt;br /&gt;she seemed so delighted&lt;br /&gt;to see the flight of the balloon in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, there is a greater joy in letting go&lt;br /&gt;in tasting the deliciousness&lt;br /&gt;of the lightness after giving something away&lt;br /&gt;rather than by owning and holding on to it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116443951791305168?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/116443951791305168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=116443951791305168&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116443951791305168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116443951791305168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/11/balloon.html' title='the balloon'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-116412067488326647</id><published>2006-11-21T20:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:21:14.926+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bed no 619</title><content type='html'>Seldom is anyone allowed visit the ICU&lt;br /&gt;and 25-yr old Nikhil, though conscious, was in ventilator&lt;br /&gt;unable to speak, not had a drop of water for 45 days&lt;br /&gt;and with 20 tubes all over his body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my dialysis, I asked the ICU security guard&lt;br /&gt;to forward my comics to Nikhil in Bed no. 619&lt;br /&gt;guard directed me to the ICU counter and&lt;br /&gt;the nurse directed me to Nikhil's bed&lt;br /&gt;seems like I'm destined to meet Nikhil&lt;br /&gt;and miraculously the universe is making it possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whispered as I reached his bed, `Nikhil'&lt;br /&gt;two eyes opened and suddenly his face brightened&lt;br /&gt;he smiled so vibrantly, and almost didn't blink&lt;br /&gt;I felt like he could not take his eyes off my face&lt;br /&gt;I showed him my best wishes card which said&lt;br /&gt;'Get well soon and we'll have coffee together'&lt;br /&gt;and he nodded furiously, still grinning ear to ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unwrapped the gift wrapping paper and&lt;br /&gt;showed him the comics I'd purchased for him&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to him for a few minutes and&lt;br /&gt;told him I'll meet him again very soon&lt;br /&gt;He was listening to me with rapt attention&lt;br /&gt;and so were the nurses in the ICU ward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I was just about to leave,&lt;br /&gt;Nikhil tried to reach out to something over his head&lt;br /&gt;it was the gift wrapping paper&lt;br /&gt;he grabbed it and held it close to his heart&lt;br /&gt;a tear slide from his right eye&lt;br /&gt;I kissed him on his right cheek and left&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116412067488326647?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/116412067488326647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=116412067488326647&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116412067488326647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116412067488326647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/11/bed-no-619.html' title='Bed no 619'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-116382563111157081</id><published>2006-11-18T10:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-18T10:30:54.376+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the touch of an angel</title><content type='html'>yesterday I was stuck in a traffic jam&lt;br /&gt;all the vehicles were so close to each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in one corner of the rick&lt;br /&gt;listening to the music and suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;someone tried to touch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked, I lifted my eyes and saw&lt;br /&gt;there was another rick very close to mine&lt;br /&gt;and there were two legs of a man in it&lt;br /&gt;I almost flew into a rage and thought,&lt;br /&gt;"how dare this man grab me like this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and almost immediately, a tiny moon-shaped face&lt;br /&gt;peeped through the other rick, with awestuck eyes&lt;br /&gt;and two pigtails and a big bright radiant smile&lt;br /&gt;it was a little girl sitting on that man's lap&lt;br /&gt;she was trying to reach out to me&lt;br /&gt;it was perhaps, the healing touch of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still not gotton over this wonderful surprise and&lt;br /&gt;throughout the journey, as long as we were together&lt;br /&gt;the little girl and I, spent our time&lt;br /&gt;peering from our respective ricks, &lt;br /&gt;waving out, smiling and&lt;br /&gt;blowing kisses to each other&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116382563111157081?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/116382563111157081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=116382563111157081&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116382563111157081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116382563111157081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/11/touch-of-angel.html' title='the touch of an angel'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-116271741969501882</id><published>2006-11-05T14:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-05T14:33:39.740+05:30</updated><title type='text'>all for a hello</title><content type='html'>crowded streets&lt;br /&gt;myself at the signal&lt;br /&gt;in a rick and&lt;br /&gt;watching the opposite street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see someone frantically trying&lt;br /&gt;to cross the opposite street&lt;br /&gt;the cars and buses rushing towards him&lt;br /&gt;he moves forward one step&lt;br /&gt;and has to take two steps backwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally he does manage to cross&lt;br /&gt;the street almost risking his life&lt;br /&gt;and heads straight towards me&lt;br /&gt;panting and excited at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he stops just beside my rick&lt;br /&gt;flaps his lemon yellow wings&lt;br /&gt;in the most gleeful manner&lt;br /&gt;greets me a loving warm 'hello'&lt;br /&gt;and is off on his way now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this lemon yellow darling butterfly&lt;br /&gt;almost risked his precious life&lt;br /&gt;just to greet me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116271741969501882?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/116271741969501882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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the fall</title><content type='html'>thirty snow white&lt;br /&gt;slim figured cranes&lt;br /&gt;rise towards the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few hundred yellow green leaves&lt;br /&gt;some dried and some golden in color&lt;br /&gt;fall from the tree towards the earth&lt;br /&gt;at the same time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116231588493463455?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/116231588493463455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=116231588493463455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116231588493463455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116231588493463455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/10/rise-fall.html' title='the rise &amp; the fall'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-116231564029427671</id><published>2006-10-31T23:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-31T22:57:20.383+05:30</updated><title type='text'>lavender &amp; orange?</title><content type='html'>lavender sky&lt;br /&gt;orange moon&lt;br /&gt;talk about color combinations&lt;br /&gt;and fashion statements&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116231564029427671?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/116231564029427671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=116231564029427671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116231564029427671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116231564029427671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/10/lavender-orange.html' title='lavender &amp; orange?'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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-17893789.post-116212937575799462</id><published>2006-10-29T19:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-29T19:12:56.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the pedicure</title><content type='html'>when I was a little girl,&lt;br /&gt;my mom told me told me&lt;br /&gt;"you're legs are so short and&lt;br /&gt;plump for you to wear a skirt"&lt;br /&gt;this disturbs me a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today as the parlor lady&lt;br /&gt;touched my feet to do the pedicure&lt;br /&gt;I had all these ticklish feelings&lt;br /&gt;running all through my veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only because I was embarrassed&lt;br /&gt;but also as I am very touch-sensitive&lt;br /&gt;the lady was grumpy and&lt;br /&gt;kept staring at me&lt;br /&gt;though I tried hard&lt;br /&gt;to keep a straight face,&lt;br /&gt;it was evident that&lt;br /&gt;I could not stop smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she started scrubbing&lt;br /&gt;on my soles, and I almost jumped up&lt;br /&gt;toppling the bowl of water&lt;br /&gt;on her gown, Oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad when&lt;br /&gt;it was finally over&lt;br /&gt;the lady said&lt;br /&gt;"you meet me before you go"&lt;br /&gt;and I felt she probably&lt;br /&gt;wants to yell at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet I went to meet her&lt;br /&gt;and she told me this&lt;br /&gt;"you've most softest&lt;br /&gt;legs I've ever massaged"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116212937575799462?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/116212937575799462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=116212937575799462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116212937575799462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116212937575799462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/10/pedicure.html' title='the pedicure'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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-17893789.post-116201694603197680</id><published>2006-10-28T12:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-28T21:47:55.813+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the lousy dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6021/1736/1600/indian%20dancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6021/1736/320/indian%20dancer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seen&lt;br /&gt;images of myself&lt;br /&gt;dancing so beautifully&lt;br /&gt;since childhood&lt;br /&gt;in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be addicted&lt;br /&gt;to dance and songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now I noticed&lt;br /&gt;I cannot dance in real&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I become so stiff in public and&lt;br /&gt;I move like a little robot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet the lousy dancer&lt;br /&gt;loves to dance and&lt;br /&gt;she knows not that&lt;br /&gt;she glides when she walks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the lousy dancer&lt;br /&gt;dances all alone&lt;br /&gt;every night for a few moments&lt;br /&gt;to a song she plays for herself&lt;br /&gt;in her over-sized blue night gown&lt;br /&gt;with the wind playing with her long black hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she moves back and forth&lt;br /&gt;in the little space of her tiny room&lt;br /&gt;sometimes held by the dark (k)night&lt;br /&gt;sometimes swrilled by the soft sweet breeze&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes falls into the arms of the hard bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116201694603197680?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/116201694603197680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=116201694603197680&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116201694603197680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116201694603197680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/10/lousy-dancer.html' title='the lousy dancer'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-116150566980115783</id><published>2006-10-22T14:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:57:49.856+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Diwali</title><content type='html'>today is Diwali&lt;br /&gt;a festival of lights&lt;br /&gt;some light ghee lamps&lt;br /&gt;some light oil lamp lamps, and&lt;br /&gt;some hang big star lanterns&lt;br /&gt;outside their homes all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lit up my little soul&lt;br /&gt;to brighten my life&lt;br /&gt;Happy Diwali&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116150566980115783?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/116150566980115783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=116150566980115783&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116150566980115783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116150566980115783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/10/diwali.html' title='Diwali'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-116136656829273296</id><published>2006-10-20T23:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-20T23:19:28.416+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the shopping</title><content type='html'>I purchased three new lovely dresses and&lt;br /&gt;one pair of attractive long ear-rings today&lt;br /&gt;and was returning home&lt;br /&gt;seated comfortably in my rick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on one of the lonely hilly roads, I see,&lt;br /&gt;a middle aged man,&lt;br /&gt;exhausted from his day's work&lt;br /&gt;and now, fast asleep,&lt;br /&gt;lying on the pavement&lt;br /&gt;under a street light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the earth is his bed&lt;br /&gt;the sky is his roof and&lt;br /&gt;he is probably, wearing&lt;br /&gt;his only set of clothes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116136656829273296?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/116136656829273296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=116136656829273296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116136656829273296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116136656829273296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/10/shopping.html' title='the shopping'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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-17893789.post-116136353005607468</id><published>2006-10-20T22:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-20T22:28:51.140+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the garbage dealer</title><content type='html'>everyone is celebrating&lt;br /&gt;Diwali, the festival of lights&lt;br /&gt;the shopping malls are all lit up&lt;br /&gt;colorful lanterns outside homes&lt;br /&gt;expensive clothes and jewellery&lt;br /&gt;delicious mouthwatering sweets&lt;br /&gt;familes making extensive purchases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lonely scrap and garbage dealer&lt;br /&gt;stays in his tiny dilapilated hut&lt;br /&gt;on one dark deserted road&lt;br /&gt;which I pass through to reach home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the eve of Diwali, I noticed&lt;br /&gt;he had lit a little mud  lamp and&lt;br /&gt;placed it front of the garbage&lt;br /&gt;outside his home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116136353005607468?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/116136353005607468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=116136353005607468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116136353005607468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116136353005607468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/10/garbage-dealer.html' title='the garbage dealer'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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-17893789.post-116119115602021488</id><published>2006-10-18T22:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:35:56.070+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the invisible designs</title><content type='html'>I sing to myself and&lt;br /&gt;make designs in the air&lt;br /&gt;with my my one hand;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other being pinned down&lt;br /&gt;with needles during dialysis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116119115602021488?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/116119115602021488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=116119115602021488&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116119115602021488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116119115602021488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/10/invisible-designs.html' title='the invisible designs'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-116090038555869786</id><published>2006-10-15T13:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-15T13:54:45.430+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the wave</title><content type='html'>crowded streets&lt;br /&gt;people rushing home&lt;br /&gt;a three year old little girl&lt;br /&gt;waves out to the crowd&lt;br /&gt;but no time for anyone&lt;br /&gt;to notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew, perhaps&lt;br /&gt;she may never notice me&lt;br /&gt;as I was at such a distance&lt;br /&gt;yet I wave out to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my surprise and utter delight&lt;br /&gt;she turns around suddenly&lt;br /&gt;and waves back to me&lt;br /&gt;her bright eyes&lt;br /&gt;joyfully looking into mine&lt;br /&gt;and a big smile&lt;br /&gt;on her sweet round face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116090038555869786?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/116090038555869786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=116090038555869786&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116090038555869786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116090038555869786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/10/wave.html' title='the wave'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-116080213166804517</id><published>2006-10-14T10:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-14T10:35:55.476+05:30</updated><title type='text'>this saturday morning</title><content type='html'>golden sunrays&lt;br /&gt;scatterred on my floors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a speck of diamond dust&lt;br /&gt;gayfully dances in it mid-air&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116080213166804517?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/116080213166804517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=116080213166804517&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116080213166804517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116080213166804517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-saturday-morning_14.html' title='this saturday morning'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-116067151707792219</id><published>2006-10-12T22:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:33:14.236+05:30</updated><title type='text'>steal a kiss</title><content type='html'>as I was sitting in my rick&lt;br /&gt;I felt someone rush towards me&lt;br /&gt;in full speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel his warm breath&lt;br /&gt;on my soft cheeks&lt;br /&gt;so very close to me&lt;br /&gt;that I was shocked&lt;br /&gt;I turned my face around&lt;br /&gt;and stared at him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he suddenly stopped in mid-air&lt;br /&gt;and turned his proud head&lt;br /&gt;pretending like he never meant any mischief&lt;br /&gt;and sneaked away in the opposite direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I have this surest&lt;br /&gt;feeling in me&lt;br /&gt;that this naughty orange butterfly&lt;br /&gt;with bright polka dots on his wings&lt;br /&gt;almost stole a kiss from me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116067151707792219?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/116067151707792219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=116067151707792219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116067151707792219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116067151707792219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/10/steal-kiss.html' title='steal a kiss'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-116057897352323344</id><published>2006-10-11T20:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:32:53.613+05:30</updated><title type='text'>and time froze for us</title><content type='html'>riding by the wind&lt;br /&gt;in my rickshaw&lt;br /&gt;looking around&lt;br /&gt;with my big beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a little yellow leaf&lt;br /&gt;falling from a tree&lt;br /&gt;and suddenlyin one moment&lt;br /&gt;it felt like time had frozen and&lt;br /&gt;the leaf looked like&lt;br /&gt;it was performing&lt;br /&gt;an exquisite dance for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the traffic around me was so still&lt;br /&gt;my rickshaw was revolving around the leaf&lt;br /&gt;and everything else was a blurr&lt;br /&gt;as if they never existed&lt;br /&gt;in time and space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time had stopped and there was silence&lt;br /&gt;while we looked into each other eyes&lt;br /&gt;the little yellow leaf and myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116057897352323344?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/116057897352323344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=116057897352323344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116057897352323344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116057897352323344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-time-froze-for-us.html' title='and time froze for us'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-116033227575884981</id><published>2006-10-09T00:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-09T00:10:44.260+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the duet</title><content type='html'>if there is something&lt;br /&gt;which makes me jump up in joy&lt;br /&gt;it is to listen to&lt;br /&gt;my favorite song in the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is magic to me&lt;br /&gt;when what I hum&lt;br /&gt;is sung back to me&lt;br /&gt;in the most melodious voice&lt;br /&gt;by the universe itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one such duet song&lt;br /&gt;we're humming together right now&lt;br /&gt;the universe and myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116033227575884981?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/116033227575884981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=116033227575884981&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116033227575884981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116033227575884981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/10/duet.html' title='the duet'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-116021015780985495</id><published>2006-10-07T14:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-07T14:56:13.996+05:30</updated><title type='text'>who is the loudest of them all?</title><content type='html'>sitting on my window cill&lt;br /&gt;with my legs hanging outside&lt;br /&gt;I watch the beautiful green garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I can hear is sounds&lt;br /&gt;the slight roaring of the winds&lt;br /&gt;the swishing of the leaves&lt;br /&gt;the sound of a million crows in the sky&lt;br /&gt;as if they are discussing something of great significiance&lt;br /&gt;the laughing and chuckling sounds of little children&lt;br /&gt;the gossipping of the house-wives&lt;br /&gt;the greetings of the elderly gentlemen to each other&lt;br /&gt;the mild barking of the street dog under a car in my building&lt;br /&gt;as if he is grumbling to himself, "can I have some peace please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror, Mirror invisible mirror hanging in the air&lt;br /&gt;"Who's the loudest of them all?" asked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly, oh all of a sudden,&lt;br /&gt;down came a very heavy downpour&lt;br /&gt;a curtain of millions of drops dropped&lt;br /&gt;without a warning from the sky&lt;br /&gt;and in a moment, all the voices subsided&lt;br /&gt;the people, birds and animals ran for shelter&lt;br /&gt;there was still silence&lt;br /&gt;only one sound&lt;br /&gt;the pitter patter sound of the rain and&lt;br /&gt;its transparent blue glitterring diamond rain-drops&lt;br /&gt;waiting to trip and fall from the tips of the leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my invisible magical mirror had just answered me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116021015780985495?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/116021015780985495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=116021015780985495&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116021015780985495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116021015780985495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/10/who-is-loudest-of-them-all.html' title='who is the loudest of them all?'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-116013376307569782</id><published>2006-10-06T16:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-06T18:35:32.960+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the fullness</title><content type='html'>a certain strength I feel in weakness&lt;br /&gt;a certain wellbeing I feel in sickness&lt;br /&gt;for what do I care to lose,&lt;br /&gt;when there is nothing left to be lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a certain daring I sense in myself&lt;br /&gt;as I let go and give in&lt;br /&gt;get up and walk away&lt;br /&gt;all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hands in my empty pockets&lt;br /&gt;the sun still shining in my heart&lt;br /&gt;the moon smiling through my lips&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, it is the fullness of my emptiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-116013376307569782?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/116013376307569782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=116013376307569782&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116013376307569782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/116013376307569782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/10/fullness.html' title='the fullness'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115995028354269187</id><published>2006-10-04T13:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-06T03:49:25.756+05:30</updated><title type='text'>new blog title</title><content type='html'>When I started this blog, I used the title 'Stripped nude' to undress my pretensions, fears, insecurities, frustrations, dissapointments and pains. I wanted to strip nude for all these and be real and authentic even at the cost of seeming stupid and silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the past few days, I'm feeling unable to relate much to this blog title and it seems to me like I've overgrown it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without much thinking, I've changed the title to 'Anu Story'. Right now, I can't think of any interesting names to name this blog. So I'll call it this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My dear friend emerald eyes of the blog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://thisisthecatsmeow.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thisisthecatsmeow.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;has called me with this name&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'little miss anu'&lt;/span&gt;. I&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; loved it so much and I feel I'd like to name this blog as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'little miss anu'&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Thank you my sweet lovely e.e.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115995028354269187?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115995028354269187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115995028354269187&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115995028354269187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115995028354269187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-blog-title.html' title='new blog title'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115994836651150086</id><published>2006-10-04T13:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-04T13:23:45.323+05:30</updated><title type='text'>three's a company</title><content type='html'>reading a book, falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;with one tiny green insect&lt;br /&gt;and one fat little black ant&lt;br /&gt;lying comfortably beside me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115994836651150086?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115994836651150086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115994836651150086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115994836651150086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115994836651150086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/10/threes-company.html' title='three&apos;s a company'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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-17893789.post-115988449794265089</id><published>2006-10-03T19:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-03T19:38:17.996+05:30</updated><title type='text'>non-judgement</title><content type='html'>dirty stinking gutter on the pavement&lt;br /&gt;people frowning and cursing the stench&lt;br /&gt;yellow butterfly happily dancing around it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115988449794265089?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115988449794265089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115988449794265089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115988449794265089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115988449794265089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/10/non-judgement.html' title='non-judgement'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115961482938638913</id><published>2006-09-30T16:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-30T16:43:49.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>afternoon siesta</title><content type='html'>today I entered my enchanted garden alone&lt;br /&gt;as I did not want to &lt;em&gt;imagine&lt;/em&gt; you with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt the sadness in my heart&lt;br /&gt;and I walked to the banks all alone&lt;br /&gt;sat on the green soft grass&lt;br /&gt;and lied down facing the sweet lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little furry snow white rabbit&lt;br /&gt;came running to me&lt;br /&gt;and lay down next to me&lt;br /&gt;and placed its head gently&lt;br /&gt;on my extended hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful swan&lt;br /&gt;from behind nuzzled something&lt;br /&gt;into my ears as if he were&lt;br /&gt;whispering some sweet nothings to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I fell asleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115961482938638913?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115961482938638913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115961482938638913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115961482938638913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115961482938638913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/09/afternoon-siesta.html' title='afternoon siesta'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115961370771256770</id><published>2006-09-30T16:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-30T16:29:48.746+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a bit of you</title><content type='html'>and then there are times&lt;br /&gt;when I'm wondering where you are&lt;br /&gt;would you be wondering about me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't you want to feel&lt;br /&gt;my soft sensual lips on yours&lt;br /&gt;my slender arms around your neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I wander in my imaginations&lt;br /&gt;wondering if at all I'll meet you, this lifetime&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling restless loving you&lt;br /&gt;and being utterly loved by you&lt;br /&gt;in my fantasies alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might I have &lt;em&gt;a bit of you&lt;/em&gt; in real?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115961370771256770?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115961370771256770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115961370771256770&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115961370771256770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115961370771256770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/09/bit-of-you.html' title='a bit of you'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115950007432911807</id><published>2006-09-29T08:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-29T09:23:15.470+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I wonder</title><content type='html'>how can you&lt;br /&gt;my dear,&lt;br /&gt;a thin green&lt;br /&gt;single blade of grass&lt;br /&gt;stand so tall and strong&lt;br /&gt;without any support?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day&lt;br /&gt;I'll know your answer&lt;br /&gt;but for now I rejoice&lt;br /&gt;in your elegance and wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115950007432911807?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115950007432911807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115950007432911807&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115950007432911807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115950007432911807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115928749006638971</id><published>2006-09-26T21:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:48:10.286+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the picnic</title><content type='html'>I weave&lt;br /&gt;my dreams as tall&lt;br /&gt;as the mountains reaching out to the skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I measure&lt;br /&gt;the depth of my soul&lt;br /&gt;in the deep blue waters of the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blush&lt;br /&gt;feeling the tickle of&lt;br /&gt;the green grass on my toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly&lt;br /&gt;fearless and carefree&lt;br /&gt;on the swing, high up in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drown&lt;br /&gt;my fears and sorrows&lt;br /&gt;in the tiny raindrops drenching me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing&lt;br /&gt;my heart's song&lt;br /&gt;with the soft breeze and bumble bees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breathe&lt;br /&gt;into life, love and laughter&lt;br /&gt;as I chase colorful butterflies around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115928749006638971?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115928749006638971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115928749006638971&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115928749006638971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115928749006638971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/09/picnic.html' title='the picnic'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115886010604976752</id><published>2006-09-21T23:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:38:59.113+05:30</updated><title type='text'>perfect 120/80</title><content type='html'>today at dialysis&lt;br /&gt;the muslim uncle&lt;br /&gt;had low blood pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone got worried&lt;br /&gt;as his eyes were closing&lt;br /&gt;and he was feeling faint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctors, technicians&lt;br /&gt;and nurses&lt;br /&gt;had already given him saline&lt;br /&gt;and glucose water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they told him they'll&lt;br /&gt;now have to give him injections&lt;br /&gt;and medicines&lt;br /&gt;but he simply refused to take them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said he knows&lt;br /&gt;what's his miracle medicine and said&lt;br /&gt;"just let me look at anu's face once&lt;br /&gt;and talk to her for a few seconds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I went to his bed&lt;br /&gt;holding my hand he spoke to me&lt;br /&gt;for a few seconds&lt;br /&gt;then the doctor took his blood pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with an absolutely amazed&lt;br /&gt;look on his face and&lt;br /&gt;looking into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;the doctor said,&lt;br /&gt;"perfect 120/80 !!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115886010604976752?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115886010604976752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115886010604976752&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115886010604976752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115886010604976752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/09/perfect-12080.html' title='perfect 120/80'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115877128843064731</id><published>2006-09-20T22:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:24:48.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>coffee and cranes</title><content type='html'>sipping coffee in the pantry,&lt;br /&gt;a dozen snow white cranes&lt;br /&gt;with perfect hour glass figures&lt;br /&gt;glide across the horizon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115877128843064731?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115877128843064731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115877128843064731&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115877128843064731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115877128843064731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/09/coffee-and-cranes.html' title='coffee and cranes'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115877125268107341</id><published>2006-09-20T22:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:24:12.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the never-finishing b-day cake</title><content type='html'>I thought I was distributing cakes&lt;br /&gt;to everyone on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;but now I realize,&lt;br /&gt;I’m actually distributing joy&lt;br /&gt;I’m creating ways to feel gladness&lt;br /&gt;by spreading gladness around me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115877125268107341?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115877125268107341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115877125268107341&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115877125268107341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115877125268107341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/09/never-finishing-b-day-cake.html' title='the never-finishing b-day cake'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115825208854249633</id><published>2006-09-14T22:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:11:28.556+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the climb</title><content type='html'>tickling his toes&lt;br /&gt;she moves her soft hands&lt;br /&gt;over his strong calves&lt;br /&gt;her long beautiful fingers&lt;br /&gt;caressing his sensual inner thighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;climbing on him slowly&lt;br /&gt;she kisses his hardness and&lt;br /&gt;takes his manhood in her mouth&lt;br /&gt;as he holds her head really close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his sweet warm juices spurt on her face&lt;br /&gt;like a powerful meteor in the galaxy&lt;br /&gt;her pink tongue eagerly licking it&lt;br /&gt;looking right into his deep brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;overflowing with a great satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;and unconditional love for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful green creeper&lt;br /&gt;clings tightly to his brown handsome bark&lt;br /&gt;as the tree hugs her affectionately&lt;br /&gt;so very close to his heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115825208854249633?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115825208854249633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115825208854249633&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115825208854249633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115825208854249633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/09/climb.html' title='the climb'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115825195176883992</id><published>2006-09-14T22:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:09:11.810+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;today once again&lt;br /&gt;a tiny golden leaf&lt;br /&gt;of the size of a rain drop&lt;br /&gt;gave up its home and&lt;br /&gt;let the breeze carry it&lt;br /&gt;down the road&lt;br /&gt;to land just near my running vehicle&lt;br /&gt;so that my eyes fall on it&lt;br /&gt;and it can greet me&lt;br /&gt;a warm loving &lt;em&gt;hello&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115825195176883992?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115825195176883992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115825195176883992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115825195176883992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115825195176883992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello.html' title='the hello'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115816253793160798</id><published>2006-09-13T21:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:18:57.936+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the laughing blob of soap</title><content type='html'>yesterday while taking bath&lt;br /&gt;my big round sandalwood soap&lt;br /&gt;slipped from my hands and&lt;br /&gt;fell on the pink bathroom tiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the soap was wet and soft&lt;br /&gt;and it fell like a blob&lt;br /&gt;becoming a bit flat&lt;br /&gt;and stuck to the tiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the round blob of soap&lt;br /&gt;looked so cute and funny&lt;br /&gt;that I burst out laughing&lt;br /&gt;without picking it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;about its sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;that I can’t stop smiling&lt;br /&gt;even as I type this poem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115816253793160798?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115816253793160798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115816253793160798&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115816253793160798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115816253793160798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/09/laughing-blob-of-soap.html' title='the laughing blob of soap'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115816232877428628</id><published>2006-09-13T21:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:15:28.900+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the meeting</title><content type='html'>he waits for her&lt;br /&gt;at twilight,&lt;br /&gt;beyond the horizon&lt;br /&gt;near the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as she turns her head&lt;br /&gt;and gazes at him,&lt;br /&gt;she colors his world&lt;br /&gt;with the color of her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday he was rosy pink&lt;br /&gt;today she painted him peach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such eternal lovers,&lt;br /&gt;who may&lt;br /&gt;never meet in real,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky and the earth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115816232877428628?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115816232877428628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115816232877428628&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115816232877428628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115816232877428628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/09/meeting.html' title='the meeting'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115807148120958549</id><published>2006-09-12T20:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-12T20:01:21.606+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the maid named Anu</title><content type='html'>there is a maid in my office,&lt;br /&gt;who keeps the 4th floor rest room clean&lt;br /&gt;she is about 25 yrs young&lt;br /&gt;and her name is also Anu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is very thin and dark&lt;br /&gt;looks almost undernourished&lt;br /&gt;her black curly hair oiled&lt;br /&gt;and always tied into a tight bun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her husband died when she was 22 yrs&lt;br /&gt;and she has a 3 yr old son who adores her&lt;br /&gt;she goes about her day so cheerfully&lt;br /&gt;and has the most vibrant smile of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for reasons I don’t know,&lt;br /&gt;this Anu absolutely adores me&lt;br /&gt;she waits eagerly to greet me daily&lt;br /&gt;and my presence lights up her days&lt;br /&gt;she talks about me to all her friends&lt;br /&gt;and misses me dearly when I’m not around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I gave her a big chocolate bar&lt;br /&gt;and she told me how much she loves me&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the simplest of the people&lt;br /&gt;present us with the loveliest of the affections&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115807148120958549?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115807148120958549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115807148120958549&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115807148120958549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115807148120958549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/09/maid-named-anu.html' title='the maid named Anu'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115765096896225080</id><published>2006-09-07T23:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:14:09.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'>being stalked</title><content type='html'>today on my way to work,&lt;br /&gt;I kept glancing to my right side and left side&lt;br /&gt;observing the proud trees and the joyful green grass&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly I felt like I'm being watched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I turned my head,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a lemonish yellow butterfly&lt;br /&gt;sneaking away stealthily&lt;br /&gt;right in front of my rickshaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then as I crossed the lake,&lt;br /&gt;there he was, again rushing past me&lt;br /&gt;and this time, taking a nice look at my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when I was on the highway&lt;br /&gt;I saw him again, smiling and waving out to me&lt;br /&gt;as he flew right in front of me once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by now I was having this mischievous smile&lt;br /&gt;on my face and my big beautiful eyeballs&lt;br /&gt;were dancing all over wondering from where&lt;br /&gt;this naughty lemonish yellow butterfly will appear now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have so distracted me&lt;br /&gt;my darling lemonish yellow butterfly&lt;br /&gt;I love how you steal naughty looks of me&lt;br /&gt;while I'm looking elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a tiny precious being you are,&lt;br /&gt;yet you arouse so much excitement in me&lt;br /&gt;We'll meet again, I am sure,&lt;br /&gt;when the sun shines brightly&lt;br /&gt;just you and me&lt;br /&gt;in the deep dark woods…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115765096896225080?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115765096896225080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115765096896225080&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115765096896225080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115765096896225080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/09/being-stalked.html' title='being stalked'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115753832683285583</id><published>2006-09-06T16:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-06T15:58:36.420+05:30</updated><title type='text'>beautiful blues</title><content type='html'>I’m at work today&lt;br /&gt;all excited and enthusiastic&lt;br /&gt;for no reason at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wearing an electric blue blouse&lt;br /&gt;and sky blue jeans&lt;br /&gt;long dangling ear-rings&lt;br /&gt;of light and dark blue studs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face is glowing golden&lt;br /&gt;and my lips adorn a vibrant smile&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are shining like real stars&lt;br /&gt;and my black hair falls&lt;br /&gt;lovingly on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather outside is so complimentary&lt;br /&gt;to my attire today&lt;br /&gt;deep blue skies and&lt;br /&gt;tiny transparent rain drops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a more beautiful day?&lt;br /&gt;or a more beautiful anu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115753832683285583?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115753832683285583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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newspaper delivery boy</title><content type='html'>in pouring rains&lt;br /&gt;at around 7 am everyday&lt;br /&gt;arrives at my doorstep&lt;br /&gt;a teenage boy&lt;br /&gt;with clothes totally drenched&lt;br /&gt;wearing an old brown windcheater&lt;br /&gt;and a black plastic hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is the newspaper delivery boy&lt;br /&gt;and he drops the daily paper&lt;br /&gt;’The Times Of India’&lt;br /&gt;through the grills of my door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though the boy is always dripping wet&lt;br /&gt;his papers feel so warm to touch&lt;br /&gt;neatly folded, crisp and dry&lt;br /&gt;scented with the morning dust&lt;br /&gt;and smelling of freshly printed words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run to open the door daily,&lt;br /&gt;not to read the paper,&lt;br /&gt;but to merely feel the warmth&lt;br /&gt;and the crispiness of it in my hands&lt;br /&gt;and to smell the sweet flavor&lt;br /&gt;emanating from it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115747596494344897</id><published>2006-09-05T22:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:56:45.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>aspects</title><content type='html'>one face turned all red&lt;br /&gt;cheeks blushing deep rosy pink&lt;br /&gt;eyes so distracted and&lt;br /&gt;lips hiding a mischievious smile&lt;br /&gt;like millions of little naughty secrets&lt;br /&gt;tripping over her lips stealthily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another remains so still and calm&lt;br /&gt;soothing lavender for the soul&lt;br /&gt;even the harsh southern winds&lt;br /&gt;could not make her battle an eyelid&lt;br /&gt;as she glides along the snow white clouds&lt;br /&gt;like a goddess basking in eternal bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two faces of the same sky&lt;br /&gt;one on my right&lt;br /&gt;another, on my left&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115747596494344897?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115747596494344897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115747596494344897&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115747596494344897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115747596494344897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/09/aspects.html' title='aspects'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115729364171601617</id><published>2006-09-03T19:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:57:21.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad to be back again. My computer crashed last saturday and returned back only today (Sun afternoon). I'm so sorry dear readers if you came here to read and did not find any posts. But I'm here again :) Kissssssssssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115729364171601617?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115729364171601617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115729364171601617&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115729364171601617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115729364171601617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115643667869114942</id><published>2006-08-24T21:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:55:47.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>taste my lips</title><content type='html'>my soft sensual full lips&lt;br /&gt;naturally pink in color&lt;br /&gt;and so sweet to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I smile&lt;br /&gt;their beautiful shape&lt;br /&gt;lights up your face&lt;br /&gt;when I pout&lt;br /&gt;electric currents&lt;br /&gt;pass through your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smooth colorful silky petals&lt;br /&gt;so eager to smooch my lips&lt;br /&gt;their invisible tongue&lt;br /&gt;longs to suck the honey&lt;br /&gt;from my tongue for the bees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain drops rushing down&lt;br /&gt;to wet my lips&lt;br /&gt;to melt in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;and to become one with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my soft sensual full lips&lt;br /&gt;naturally pink in color&lt;br /&gt;fills your heart with&lt;br /&gt;an innocent sweetness&lt;br /&gt;when you’ve tasted them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115643667869114942?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115643667869114942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115643667869114942&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115643667869114942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115643667869114942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/08/taste-my-lips.html' title='taste my lips'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115643650767721785</id><published>2006-08-24T21:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:51:47.783+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the little red riding hood</title><content type='html'>fresh soft silky breeze&lt;br /&gt;caressing my skin&lt;br /&gt;as I ride through the woods&lt;br /&gt;like the little red riding hood&lt;br /&gt;I’ve no wolf waiting to devour me though&lt;br /&gt;only warm sweet loving grandmom&lt;br /&gt;eagerly waiting to catch a glimpse of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white slim figure conscious cranes&lt;br /&gt;land so very gently on the green meadows&lt;br /&gt;the wild crazy grass is still drunk&lt;br /&gt;dancing shedding its inhibitions in its intoxicated state&lt;br /&gt;the huge trees embrace the space around me from both sides&lt;br /&gt;keeping me safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this little red riding hood&lt;br /&gt;is carrying lots of love, kisses and hugs&lt;br /&gt;in her basket&lt;br /&gt;for her grandmom and late grandfather&lt;br /&gt;whom she loves so dearly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115643650767721785?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115643650767721785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115643650767721785&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115643650767721785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115643650767721785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/08/little-red-riding-hood.html' title='the little red riding hood'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115634939776283240</id><published>2006-08-23T21:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-23T21:39:57.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>wake up call</title><content type='html'>Dearest sweetie,&lt;br /&gt;wake up the sun is shining,&lt;br /&gt;the moon has gone to bed,&lt;br /&gt;the stars are cuddling with each other,&lt;br /&gt;the flowers are on duty to please you,&lt;br /&gt;the grass is already dancing to entertain you,&lt;br /&gt;the wind is blowing on your soft skin to feel you,&lt;br /&gt;wake up darling,&lt;br /&gt;it is time to rejoice...your day is waiting for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115634939776283240?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115634939776283240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115634939776283240&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;with his knees bent&lt;br /&gt;on a top of a wall&lt;br /&gt;breath of which is about 7 inches&lt;br /&gt;and with his black torn umbrella&lt;br /&gt;above his head&lt;br /&gt;to shelter him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115606387373774328?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115606387373774328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115606387373774328&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115606387373774328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115606387373774328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/08/blessed-bed.html' title='the blessed bed'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115587018776109257</id><published>2006-08-18T08:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-18T08:33:07.803+05:30</updated><title type='text'>just for today..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;just for today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just for today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll guard my peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just for today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll experience every single moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just for today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll smile my brightest smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just for today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll breathe deeply and relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just for today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll dare to be fully &lt;em&gt;alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115587018776109257?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115587018776109257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115587018776109257&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115587018776109257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115587018776109257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-for-today.html' title='just for today..'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115564211897589205</id><published>2006-08-15T17:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-15T17:17:49.900+05:30</updated><title type='text'>my lips</title><content type='html'>I have two lips&lt;br /&gt;one horizontal&lt;br /&gt;and another vertical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my horizontal lips are nice to smooch&lt;br /&gt;and my vertical lips are great to be licked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this poem is about my vertical lips&lt;br /&gt;which are presently hidden in black curly hairs&lt;br /&gt;one of these days when I trim my forests&lt;br /&gt;I'll see those vertical lips once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are loveliest when they are bald&lt;br /&gt;thick and fleshy, slightly open and always a little wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there are those days when I sit&lt;br /&gt;with my legs spread wide apart&lt;br /&gt;take my fingers and open my vertical lips&lt;br /&gt;the thin pink clit leaps out shaking&lt;br /&gt;trembling like a tender leaf and&lt;br /&gt;the thick white silky stream of sweet juice&lt;br /&gt;leaks out of my hot pusssssssy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be careful, when you taste me dear&lt;br /&gt;the fire in me may burn your delicate tongue..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115564211897589205?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115564211897589205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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holidays</title><content type='html'>holidays make me horny&lt;br /&gt;I wake up with a leaking puss&lt;br /&gt;and my mind weaving nasty fantasies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing in front of the mirror&lt;br /&gt;I stare at my naked body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turns me on to see&lt;br /&gt;my pink soft nipples now pouting out badly&lt;br /&gt;wanting to be sucked&lt;br /&gt;my hairy jungle down soaking wet with&lt;br /&gt;milky rivers flowing down my inner thighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an utterly nasty bitch I look like&lt;br /&gt;with a totally fucked up expression on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist anymore...&lt;br /&gt;I squeeze my tits with one hand and&lt;br /&gt;insert my index finger in my fuckhole&lt;br /&gt;and fuck myself up like a shameless little whore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115564091798643448?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115558770465379019</id><published>2006-08-15T02:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-17T08:05:37.566+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>2 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;15th August&lt;br /&gt;wide awake and listening to&lt;br /&gt;Independence Day songs on&lt;br /&gt;radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a deep kiss on&lt;br /&gt;those beautiful lips which utter&lt;br /&gt;my beloved&lt;br /&gt;country's&lt;br /&gt;name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I've taken off the picture of my country's flag which I had here as a mark of respect)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115558770465379019?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115558770465379019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115558770465379019&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115558770465379019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115558770465379019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/08/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115557524820411514</id><published>2006-08-14T22:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:38:16.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the look!</title><content type='html'>today, early morning, as I was&lt;br /&gt;wearing a scarf around my neck in the rick&lt;br /&gt;to prevent my hair from flying&lt;br /&gt;I felt I was being watched intently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a small little girl&lt;br /&gt;on her way to school&lt;br /&gt;staring at me so purposefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at her and waved out to her&lt;br /&gt;but she did not react&lt;br /&gt;and yet did not take her eyes off me&lt;br /&gt;still staring at me so very intensely&lt;br /&gt;so deep in thought as if&lt;br /&gt;she was solving an algebra problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never know what she was thinking about me&lt;br /&gt;but I’ll never forget the expression on her&lt;br /&gt;lovely apple face and brilliant awestruck eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115557524820411514?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115557524820411514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115557524820411514&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115557524820411514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115557524820411514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/08/look.html' title='the look!'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115552442675122036</id><published>2006-08-14T08:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-14T08:33:19.933+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the leaf</title><content type='html'>to be as light as the leaf&lt;br /&gt;so as to float in the air&lt;br /&gt;to be as joyful as the leaf&lt;br /&gt;so as to laugh even when falling&lt;br /&gt;to be as smart as the leaf&lt;br /&gt;which knows where to land,&lt;br /&gt;yet confuses the seer&lt;br /&gt;to allow oneself to get muddy like the leaf&lt;br /&gt;trusting that the universe will bathe it clean&lt;br /&gt;to be able to let go like the leaf&lt;br /&gt;the very tree which gave it birth&lt;br /&gt;as it merges with the earth&lt;br /&gt;embracing new beginings&lt;br /&gt;with love and passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115552442675122036?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115552442675122036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115552442675122036&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115552442675122036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115552442675122036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/08/leaf.html' title='the leaf'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115546231691763723</id><published>2006-08-13T15:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-13T15:22:36.566+05:30</updated><title type='text'>between your legs</title><content type='html'>when your cock gets hard and erect&lt;br /&gt;it creates space for me between your legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bitch in me cannot but resist&lt;br /&gt;succumbing to your hardness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stagger onto my knees and&lt;br /&gt;reach out between your legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with your throbbing manhood rubbing on my face&lt;br /&gt;my pink tongue leaps out to lick your cum filled balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mouth then opens up hungrily to take you in,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes looking directly into yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you explode into my mouth&lt;br /&gt;screaming my name out..loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swallowing every drop of your cum&lt;br /&gt;still looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I feel your great love for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115546231691763723?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115546231691763723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115546231691763723&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115546231691763723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115546231691763723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/08/between-your-legs.html' title='between your legs'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115543395142229314</id><published>2006-08-13T07:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-13T07:22:31.463+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the connect</title><content type='html'>early morning 6 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;so eager I'm to go to my aikido class&lt;br /&gt;to do something I'm so very passionate about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to feel the feelings of estascy and excitement&lt;br /&gt;to feel the deep connection with myself&lt;br /&gt;to feel the love from inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just one aspect of my life&lt;br /&gt;how wonderful it would be to work towards&lt;br /&gt;filling my days and nights with all that I dearly love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115543395142229314?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115543395142229314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115543395142229314&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115543395142229314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115543395142229314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/08/connect.html' title='the connect'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115531816454691375</id><published>2006-08-11T23:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-11T23:12:44.643+05:30</updated><title type='text'>trust</title><content type='html'>Today is traditional day at work&lt;br /&gt;so I’m in a gorgeous red saree&lt;br /&gt;wearing gold bangles and earrings&lt;br /&gt;and a necklace, looking so lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet I’m feeling disturbed and distracted&lt;br /&gt;and very conscious of myself&lt;br /&gt;as not many girls have worn a saree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my colleague, Shraddha,&lt;br /&gt;who looks very simple and sweet&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, is so very cool&lt;br /&gt;she neither needs any attention&lt;br /&gt;nor seeks approval from anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is totally into herself&lt;br /&gt;focused in her and&lt;br /&gt;feeling good of herself&lt;br /&gt;while I’m still struggling&lt;br /&gt;with my discomfort due to&lt;br /&gt;lack of trust in myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115531816454691375?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115531816454691375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115531816454691375&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115531816454691375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115531816454691375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/08/trust.html' title='trust'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115523293991953441</id><published>2006-08-10T23:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:42:24.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the wait</title><content type='html'>as I turn towards the long winding road&lt;br /&gt;through the hills,&lt;br /&gt;a thousand tiny green and yellow leaves&lt;br /&gt;of the size of a rain drop,&lt;br /&gt;shower on me, taking me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;as if they were waiting just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one such tiny leaf&lt;br /&gt;still adornes my hair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115523293991953441?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115523293991953441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115523293991953441&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115523293991953441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115523293991953441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/08/wait.html' title='the wait'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115523075191450777</id><published>2006-08-10T22:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:08:54.223+05:30</updated><title type='text'>surrounded</title><content type='html'>four of you surround me, as I ride in my rick&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not afraid of you, you're so very adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your wrinkled black skin&lt;br /&gt;and almost touched you with my soft hands&lt;br /&gt;I see the precious black hair on your body&lt;br /&gt;and your kingly but slow walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you looking at me from the corner of your eye&lt;br /&gt;white eyeballs with a tiny black shining pearl in it&lt;br /&gt;never ever before have I seen such kind loving eyes&lt;br /&gt;you're my grandpa's favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd jumped out of my rick and rode on you instead,&lt;br /&gt;you'll take me to work safely, won't you? dear elephants!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115523075191450777?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115523075191450777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115523075191450777&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115523075191450777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115523075191450777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/08/surrounded.html' title='surrounded'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115517752906016030</id><published>2006-08-10T08:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-10T08:22:45.600+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the bubble</title><content type='html'>bubble, bubble&lt;br /&gt;transaparent big bubble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see,&lt;br /&gt;the rainbow colors in you&lt;br /&gt;on a floroscent electric violet background&lt;br /&gt;the atoms and molecules&lt;br /&gt;shimmerring and dancing in you&lt;br /&gt;like huge waves rushing towards&lt;br /&gt;the edges wanting to explode into air&lt;br /&gt;yet all well protected and secured&lt;br /&gt;in a tiny thin delicate circle&lt;br /&gt;like you contain the universe in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubble, bubble&lt;br /&gt;my toothpaste bubble&lt;br /&gt;you know you live only for moments&lt;br /&gt;when the soft breeze kisses you&lt;br /&gt;you'll burst and merge with him&lt;br /&gt;yet you give your one moment in time&lt;br /&gt;all that what you can be&lt;br /&gt;no regrets, no wantings, no cravings&lt;br /&gt;utter untouched innocent trust in yourself&lt;br /&gt;even though you know you may burst any moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubble, bubble&lt;br /&gt;my darling bubble&lt;br /&gt;you inspire me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115517752906016030?l=anustory.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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115489556155872855</id><published>2006-08-07T01:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-07T01:51:38.696+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the birth of the flower</title><content type='html'>for the last five months&lt;br /&gt;the brick has been trying to fall&lt;br /&gt;already cracked a finger and a toe&lt;br /&gt;now too scared to fall&lt;br /&gt;for broken bones&lt;br /&gt;are bound to hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet everyday&lt;br /&gt;the brick tried&lt;br /&gt;only to come back home&lt;br /&gt;in peices&lt;br /&gt;with a shatterred&lt;br /&gt;sense of confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;the brick rolled&lt;br /&gt;in a full circle&lt;br /&gt;and landed softly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;the brick is&lt;br /&gt;reborn&lt;br /&gt;as the flower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(my experiences in learning the forward roll in aikido)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115489556155872855?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115489556155872855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115489556155872855&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115489556155872855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115489556155872855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/08/birth-of-flower.html' title='the birth of the flower'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115489327263996409</id><published>2006-08-07T01:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-07T01:15:16.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To you special friends</title><content type='html'>A big HELLO&lt;br /&gt;to all my sweet loving&lt;br /&gt;sugar coated&lt;br /&gt;choco mallow&lt;br /&gt;milk shaky&lt;br /&gt;honey dipped&lt;br /&gt;cheez melting&lt;br /&gt;orange juicymozzarella&lt;br /&gt;pepperoni spicy bacon&lt;br /&gt;icy peanut butterFRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;on this Friendship Day&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY Friendship Day&lt;br /&gt;wish's for u...&lt;br /&gt;............(...(`.-``'´´-.´)...)..........12 months of happiness&lt;br /&gt;..............)......--.......--....(...........52 weeks of fun&lt;br /&gt;............./......(o..._...o)....\..........365 days of success&lt;br /&gt;.............\........(..0..)......./..........8,760 hours of gud health&lt;br /&gt;..........__.`.-._...'='.._.-.´.__.......525,600 minutes of blessings&lt;br /&gt;......./.......'#.'#.,.--.,.#'.#.'.... ..\....&lt;br /&gt;.......\__))..........'#'......... ((__/.....&lt;br /&gt;__xxxxxxxxxxx______xxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;_xxxxxxxxxxxxxx___xxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;_xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx_xxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;_xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;__ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;___xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;____xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;______xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;________xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;__________xxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;___________xxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;_____________xxxxx&lt;br /&gt;______________xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;By Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115489327263996409?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115489327263996409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>two sides of the hill road</title><content type='html'>a film star&lt;br /&gt;driving in his Mercedes Benz&lt;br /&gt;through the hills,&lt;br /&gt;hundreds of people&lt;br /&gt;gathered to catch a glimpse of him,&lt;br /&gt;traffic jams and total commotion&lt;br /&gt;just to touch his hand or get a look from him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other side of the same road,&lt;br /&gt;a little green leaf&lt;br /&gt;has turned baby pink today&lt;br /&gt;and is dancing away in joy,&lt;br /&gt;only my big eyes marveling&lt;br /&gt;this exquisite beauty and grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115471411801741840?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115471411801741840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Life’s precious little moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;two school girls&lt;br /&gt;at an earring seller&lt;br /&gt;standing facing each other&lt;br /&gt;putting earrings in each other’s ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two college girls&lt;br /&gt;on the way to the temple&lt;br /&gt;one loaded with books and papers&lt;br /&gt;and another holding a bowl of flowers,&lt;br /&gt;essence sticks and a lamp&lt;br /&gt;the latter is in a burkha*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(*burkha is a concealing over garment worn by Muslim women) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115471390663624900?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115471390663624900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115471390663624900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115471390663624900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115471390663624900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/08/lifes-precious-little-moments.html' title='Life’s precious little moments'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115471330675611393</id><published>2006-08-04T23:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-04T23:11:46.853+05:30</updated><title type='text'>earrings</title><content type='html'>sometimes small, sometimes long&lt;br /&gt;in different colors&lt;br /&gt;studs, bells, rings, long hanging&lt;br /&gt;dainty pretty little earrings&lt;br /&gt;how my ears totally adore them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some match with my dresses&lt;br /&gt;and some are a total contrast,&lt;br /&gt;some the color of sun rays&lt;br /&gt;and some the silver of the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best gifts I give myself&lt;br /&gt;are a pair of beautiful earrings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115471330675611393?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115428302609922802</id><published>2006-07-30T23:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:40:26.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>free</title><content type='html'>you stand so tall on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;stubborn is your love for her&lt;br /&gt;and straightforward is your approach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet you let her flirt with the sky&lt;br /&gt;dance dirty with the wind&lt;br /&gt;go berserk with her feelings and emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're love is so free and so easy, coconut tree&lt;br /&gt;you don't need to own her, posess her and promise to her&lt;br /&gt;your palm leaves kiss the stars in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;yet her love roots are burried deep in your heart&lt;br /&gt;infact she sprouts from you...free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115428302609922802?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115428302609922802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115428302609922802&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115428302609922802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115428302609922802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/07/free.html' title='free'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115428262570591113</id><published>2006-07-30T23:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:33:45.773+05:30</updated><title type='text'>oneness</title><content type='html'>sitting on the window sill&lt;br /&gt;my awestruck eyes&lt;br /&gt;marvel at the freshness&lt;br /&gt;of the floroscent green&lt;br /&gt;grass and leaves&lt;br /&gt;as they suck away my negativity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little myna is pecking worms&lt;br /&gt;from the wet grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little truth shines through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and a drop of smile wets my lips&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115428262570591113?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115428262570591113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115428262570591113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115428262570591113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115428262570591113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/07/oneness.html' title='oneness'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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-17893789.post-115379646077047990</id><published>2006-07-25T08:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-25T08:31:00.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning!</title><content type='html'>every morning&lt;br /&gt;a big transparent, floruscent,&lt;br /&gt;rainbow coloured bubble&lt;br /&gt;greets me 'Good Morning'&lt;br /&gt;and makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;when i squeeze the tooth-paste&lt;br /&gt;on my tooth-brush&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115379646077047990?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115379646077047990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115379646077047990&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115379646077047990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115379646077047990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning!'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115370042976410787</id><published>2006-07-24T05:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T05:50:29.803+05:30</updated><title type='text'>breathless</title><content type='html'>yesterday night&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i felt breathless&lt;br /&gt;my heart was beating faster&lt;br /&gt;and my breaths very becoming shorter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the other room&lt;br /&gt;where everyone else was sleeping&lt;br /&gt;my sis was awake though&lt;br /&gt;I told her: I'm scared, will you sleep with me?&lt;br /&gt;she merely mumbled: you'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;and went to the loo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my room&lt;br /&gt;and sat there alone near the window&lt;br /&gt;a few leaves moved&lt;br /&gt;telling me that I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking deep breaths&lt;br /&gt;since then&lt;br /&gt;and not had sleep at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I type this to you&lt;br /&gt;my head feels like it's been hammerred&lt;br /&gt;by thousands of iron rods&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115370042976410787?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115370042976410787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115370042976410787&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115370042976410787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115370042976410787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/07/breathless.html' title='breathless'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115367963917052622</id><published>2006-07-24T00:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:05:26.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'>their kiss on my lips</title><content type='html'>I saw a kissing scene&lt;br /&gt;in a movie&lt;br /&gt;as they kissed each other&lt;br /&gt;i just stared at them&lt;br /&gt;a sweet smile broke out of my face&lt;br /&gt;and when they were done with it&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;electric currents rushed through my veins&lt;br /&gt;and I could feel their kiss on my lips&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115367963917052622?l=anustory.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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115365895091166761</id><published>2006-07-23T18:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:19:10.913+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the seven hole shower</title><content type='html'>the feeling of the tiny warm droplets&lt;br /&gt;on my soft silky brown beautiful skin&lt;br /&gt;the Oooooos and aaaaaaahs&lt;br /&gt;that leave my mouth, so naturally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i stand there under the shower&lt;br /&gt;which has just seven holes in it&lt;br /&gt;and even as the pure transparent water&lt;br /&gt;falls in one straight line on me,&lt;br /&gt;and I move under the shower&lt;br /&gt;to ensure every drop falls on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something about pure blue waters&lt;br /&gt;even if they fall from just seven holes of the shower&lt;br /&gt;that sucks away the impurities and the fears&lt;br /&gt;the insecurities and the cravings&lt;br /&gt;that leaves me with a feeling&lt;br /&gt;of deep contentment&lt;br /&gt;and child-like bliss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115365895091166761?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115365895091166761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115365895091166761&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115365895091166761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115365895091166761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/07/seven-hole-shower.html' title='the seven hole shower'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115365847710973821</id><published>2006-07-23T18:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:11:17.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>pain</title><content type='html'>pain is a great teacher&lt;br /&gt;just that sometimes it kills its students&lt;br /&gt;but only to be born anew&lt;br /&gt;or should I say 'anu'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115365847710973821?l=anustory.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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115359105483214044</id><published>2006-07-22T00:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-22T23:30:29.090+05:30</updated><title type='text'>bot</title><content type='html'>Some annonyomous bot has left 40 automated comments in my archive. I went crazy deleting them from my e-mails. I don't have the time and the patience to delete them from my blog. I dont want bots eating my time and space here. So I'm removing the option to comment &lt;em&gt;Anonyomously&lt;/em&gt;. I don't want bots clutterring my emails and blogs. Sorry for the inconvenience if you're using them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115359105483214044?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115359105483214044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115359105483214044&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115359105483214044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115359105483214044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/07/bot.html' title='bot'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115350535486505006</id><published>2006-07-21T23:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:39:14.866+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hot food in pouring rains!</title><content type='html'>heavy rains&lt;br /&gt;windcheaters and umbrellas everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a family&lt;br /&gt;whose home is the footpath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mother&lt;br /&gt;cooking rice in an aluminium vessel on charcoal fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her three children giggling&lt;br /&gt;and holding a plastic sheet above the vessel&lt;br /&gt;to prevent the rain drops from filling it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115350535486505006?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115350535486505006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115350535486505006&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115350535486505006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115350535486505006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/07/hot-food-in-pouring-rains.html' title='hot food in pouring rains!'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115350492668178471</id><published>2006-07-21T23:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:32:06.756+05:30</updated><title type='text'>reply to CBox comments</title><content type='html'>I got a site where I can type my blog address and visit my own blog and reply to comments. Thank you Ozy for the site reference :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My replies to the comments on the Chatter Box are below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amrit - thanks, I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr frame - Thank you Mr frame for keeping me in your thoughts. I can't wait to see your new pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scruffy - What a surprise! I'm hearing from you after a long time. Thank you. How are your friends, who live near that platform. If you want, and you give me their address, I can visit them and see if they need any help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115350492668178471?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115350492668178471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115350492668178471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115350492668178471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115350492668178471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/07/reply-to-cbox-comments.html' title='reply to CBox comments'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115324060700164109</id><published>2006-07-18T22:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:06:47.086+05:30</updated><title type='text'>feeling my tight skirt</title><content type='html'>today I’ve worn&lt;br /&gt;my favorite long tight blue jeans skirt and a white blouse.&lt;br /&gt;this skirt hugs my tight round ass really tight&lt;br /&gt;and tapers down so very casually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;when I move,&lt;br /&gt;taking tiny steps&lt;br /&gt;even as my skirt holds me so close to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something so special about feeling sensual&lt;br /&gt;about yourself&lt;br /&gt;especially, when it has nothing to do with&lt;br /&gt;whether or not anyone notices you ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115324060700164109?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115324060700164109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115324060700164109&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115324060700164109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115324060700164109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/07/feeling-my-tight-skirt.html' title='feeling my tight skirt'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115319061305134390</id><published>2006-07-18T20:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-18T08:25:10.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'>reply to comments</title><content type='html'>The Beast: I liked the poem very much, Beast. Thank you for sharing it with me:) Who knows what's ugly and what's beautiful, Mr Beast? It's a matter of perception. But, yes i know for sure that Beasts are passionate lovers and they're oh so romantic too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wdky- Aaah, how beautiful i feel, to wake up and read these precious words from you: 'I love you'. Thank you, sweetheart. Now you've me smiling throughout the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115319061305134390?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115319061305134390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115319061305134390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115319061305134390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115319061305134390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/07/reply-to-comments_18.html' title='reply to comments'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115315750918460980</id><published>2006-07-17T22:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:01:49.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the poor man and his cat</title><content type='html'>In one corner of the pavement,&lt;br /&gt;beside the huge garbage bin,&lt;br /&gt;is a small tent made of blue plastic&lt;br /&gt;where the flooring is mud and tiny stones&lt;br /&gt;and kerosene lantern lights up the nights&lt;br /&gt;few empty utensils and a charcoal fire burning&lt;br /&gt;the poor man is fast asleep on the mud floor&lt;br /&gt;with no bed sheets to cover him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just outside the tent house,&lt;br /&gt;on his only broken wooden chair,&lt;br /&gt;a little fluffy white cat sleeps soundly&lt;br /&gt;feeling warm and cozy&lt;br /&gt;covered by a thick white cement sack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115315750918460980?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115315750918460980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115315750918460980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115315750918460980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115315750918460980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/07/poor-man-and-his-cat.html' title='the poor man and his cat'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115315653569745191</id><published>2006-07-17T22:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:55:09.683+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reply to comments</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sorry friends, i cannot for the life of mine figure out how to set this blogger problem right. But let me appreciate that at least i can post. However, what saddens me is that, everyday i rush home and switch on my computer and read the comments, reply to them and read all of your blogs and comment on it. This was a part of my life. And now i'm sitting here alone, not knowing what to do, wondering how you all must be. All i can say is i'm so angry and i wish this problem gets sorted out fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if others from Bombay are facing the same problem. I tried accessing blogspot from work, i got the same error. I can recieve all your comments on my email so please dont stop commenting, i'll feel so alone without anyone writing to me. Meanwhile, i'll try my best to reply to your comments through a post itself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mumbai guy:&lt;/strong&gt; You are right, the date was a mistake, i was half asleep when i was publishing that post lol. Thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beast:&lt;/strong&gt; I wonder who you are and how you had this sudden interest to look into all my archives and leave comments everywhere. Thanks for your opinions, especially the sarcastic ones. Oh and i loved the animated movie, "The Beauty and the Beast" and i've always been fascinated by Beasts ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ozy -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blasting of the soul:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What a sweet and lovely poem you've written dear Ozy. Some day i'll collect all these tini-mini poems by you, make a book out of it, and send them to you. The title of the book, "Ozy's comments to Anu's posts". How's dat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;till we are together:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sometimes i wonder, if i can feel as much merely by imagining and fantasicing, what would happen if i were to be held or kissed in real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unable to see..:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Thanks for your warmth and concern, Ozy. I miss reading your poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steve:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you for your comments, hope you're doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wdky:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm also SO very angry, wdky. How i wish this problem gets sorted out real quick. I can't wait to see your blogs again! Great HNT pics btw. Delicious ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If i've missed replying to anyone, my apologies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115315653569745191?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115315653569745191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115315653569745191&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115315653569745191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115315653569745191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/07/reply-to-comments.html' title='Reply to comments'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115303464362977326</id><published>2006-07-16T12:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-16T12:57:27.936+05:30</updated><title type='text'>unable to see any published page</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends, i can only post. I cannot see my own pages and i cannot see anyof yor pages too.&lt;br /&gt;I can read your comments as they come into my email. But i cannot reply to them as i cannot access my homepage. I dont know what to do now. So please bear with me and hopefully this problem will be sorted out on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERROR&lt;br /&gt;The requested URL could not be retrieved&lt;br /&gt;While trying to retrieve the URL: &lt;a href="http://anustory.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://anustory.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following error was encountered:&lt;br /&gt;Connection Failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the error i'm getting, on every blog which i access. I miss tasting a slice of your life from your blog.&lt;br /&gt;Kisses n Hugs to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115303464362977326?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115303464362977326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115303464362977326&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115303464362977326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115303464362977326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/07/unable-to-see-any-published-page.html' title='unable to see any published page'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115298936332013180</id><published>2006-07-16T00:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-16T00:19:23.906+05:30</updated><title type='text'>till we are together</title><content type='html'>since the day you smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are always searching for you&lt;br /&gt;my heart yearns to reach out to you&lt;br /&gt;and everyday I wait for something magical to happen&lt;br /&gt;between you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it would be like,&lt;br /&gt;to talk to you, to listen to your stories&lt;br /&gt;to hold your hands and look into your big beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to tell you what I feel about you&lt;br /&gt;to give you the little poems I write, about us&lt;br /&gt;and to feel the joy of my affections being reciprocated by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, maybe, none of this may ever happen&lt;br /&gt;I know, ,maybe, you aren’t even thinking about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I am so glad you smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;for I can now create these role-plays in my mind&lt;br /&gt;and imagine how life would be,&lt;br /&gt;if we were together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115298936332013180?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115298936332013180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115298936332013180&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115298936332013180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115298936332013180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/07/till-we-are-together.html' title='till we are together'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115298973871106230</id><published>2006-07-15T00:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-16T12:46:07.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'>blasting of the soul</title><content type='html'>Peak evening hours&lt;br /&gt;6 million people traveling home from work&lt;br /&gt;Seven bombs on seven different trains&lt;br /&gt;hundreds dead and thousands injured,&lt;br /&gt;crippled and handicapped for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit numb here, thinking about&lt;br /&gt;the factory worker who has lost his arms,&lt;br /&gt;the promo editor who has lost his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;the cricket player who has lost his legs,&lt;br /&gt;the pregnant woman who has had an abortion,&lt;br /&gt;the college girl who has a disfigured face now….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m terrified to even imagine&lt;br /&gt;myself without an eye or a limb or a disfigured face&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I’m not feeling ‘Thank God, it was not ME’&lt;br /&gt;Because this feeling itself is born out of&lt;br /&gt;fear of a probability of loss and great pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something in between here to notice&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there is a forest fire&lt;br /&gt;whether the trees which do not get burnt to ashes&lt;br /&gt;feel like how I do, right now.&lt;br /&gt;Do they thank the heavens that they escaped?&lt;br /&gt;Do they congratulate themselves that they did not create that reality?&lt;br /&gt;or Do they know deep inside that, in the end, it is OK to be burnt as much as to be alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115298973871106230?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115298973871106230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115298973871106230&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115298973871106230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115298973871106230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/07/blasting-of-soul.html' title='blasting of the soul'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115245919999104285</id><published>2006-07-09T21:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:36:51.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>just for a smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;what shall i do to get a smile from you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun &lt;em&gt;(says)&lt;/em&gt;: shall i throw golden rays at you&lt;br /&gt;wave: ohhh, i can rock you like crazy, when you're in my arms&lt;br /&gt;breeze: may i french kiss you, like you've never been kissed before&lt;br /&gt;grass: i can dance till eternity for you&lt;br /&gt;flower: look! i bloomed for you&lt;br /&gt;moss: i long for your touch, for your fingers to gently carress me&lt;br /&gt;mud: i have foot-festish, i love your feet on my body&lt;br /&gt;sky: may i embrace you with love from all sides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this is just for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for your one smile, just makes my day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115245919999104285?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115245919999104285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115245919999104285&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115245919999104285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115245919999104285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-for-smile.html' title='just for a smile'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115206537662040973</id><published>2006-07-05T07:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T07:58:43.216+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the school girl</title><content type='html'>in the pouring rains,&lt;br /&gt;stands a seven year old little girl&lt;br /&gt;in her brown uniform&lt;br /&gt;on the pavement&lt;br /&gt;with an umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has a huge bag of books&lt;br /&gt;on her back&lt;br /&gt;and her big black eyes are&lt;br /&gt;eagerly searching for the school bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing the excitement in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;i smile, as i see her&lt;br /&gt;holding her umbrella tightly&lt;br /&gt;to prevent the winds from blowing it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my smile fades away&lt;br /&gt;as my gaze reaches&lt;br /&gt;the end of her arms and i see,&lt;br /&gt;she has no palms&lt;br /&gt;and no fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look up into her eyes again,&lt;br /&gt;they are not sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115206537662040973?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115206537662040973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115206537662040973&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115206537662040973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115206537662040973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/07/school-girl.html' title='the school girl'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115186661695601227</id><published>2006-07-03T00:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-03T00:34:33.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>public display</title><content type='html'>once on a saturday afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;a holiday at work&lt;br /&gt;a day with a very low attendence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a nasty horniness was brewing in me&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to do something really wild&lt;br /&gt;i was wearing jeans and a cotton blouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the toilet&lt;br /&gt;took off my panties&lt;br /&gt;and my bra&lt;br /&gt;and put them in my purse&lt;br /&gt;wore my clothes back&lt;br /&gt;and went back to my seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unzipped my jeans and&lt;br /&gt;stuck my pencil in my pussy&lt;br /&gt;pulled it out and licked the cum nastily&lt;br /&gt;and walked around the office&lt;br /&gt;with my zippers open&lt;br /&gt;my pussy hair wildly sticking out&lt;br /&gt;and my nipples popping out of my blouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling my naked leaking pussy&lt;br /&gt;on my inner thighs&lt;br /&gt;and pulling my nipples from over the blouse&lt;br /&gt;i went back home that day&lt;br /&gt;totally nude inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some real nasty indulgences of mine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115186661695601227?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115186661695601227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115186661695601227&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115186661695601227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115186661695601227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/07/public-display.html' title='public display'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115174786920194390</id><published>2006-07-01T15:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-01T15:34:15.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the garbage removers</title><content type='html'>it is raining so heavily here&lt;br /&gt;and on my way to work,&lt;br /&gt;i see garbage removers&lt;br /&gt;in their bermuda shorts&lt;br /&gt;and their sandals&lt;br /&gt;with no masks and&lt;br /&gt;no sometimes, no hand gloves too&lt;br /&gt;totally drenched in the rains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;collecting all the garbage&lt;br /&gt;litterred in the street corner&lt;br /&gt;stinking and so obnoxious&lt;br /&gt;that people passing by&lt;br /&gt;feel so breathless and&lt;br /&gt;nauseous,&lt;br /&gt;go covering their noses&lt;br /&gt;with handkerchiefs&lt;br /&gt;and with a frown on their faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the garbage removers,&lt;br /&gt;some who are young teenage boys,&lt;br /&gt;handsome looking with amazing bodies.&lt;br /&gt;are so focussed in their work&lt;br /&gt;they dont smell the stink&lt;br /&gt;they dont see the garbage as 'yikes! so dirty'&lt;br /&gt;and they are not trying to sneak away from it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing there with the long strong legs in the litter&lt;br /&gt;and picking them up with their hands&lt;br /&gt;to load them in the dirty green garbage truck,&lt;br /&gt;they are quick and focussed in their work&lt;br /&gt;laughing cracking jokes amongst themselves and,&lt;br /&gt;occassionally looking up at a pretty girl passing by&lt;br /&gt;and smiling to themselves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115174786920194390?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115174786920194390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115174786920194390&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115174786920194390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115174786920194390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/07/garbage-removers.html' title='the garbage removers'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115151419252044786</id><published>2006-06-29T00:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-29T00:43:44.286+05:30</updated><title type='text'>voice</title><content type='html'>a little voice&lt;br /&gt;has begun to speak to me&lt;br /&gt;echo softly in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though&lt;br /&gt;it is meak and shaky&lt;br /&gt;it sounds so squeaky and shrill&lt;br /&gt;it stammers and speaks in broken words&lt;br /&gt;it can't even hum a single tune properly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;has at least, finally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begun to speak to me&lt;br /&gt;and echo softly in my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115151419252044786?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115151419252044786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115151419252044786&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115151419252044786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115151419252044786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/06/voice.html' title='voice'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115151454349824296</id><published>2006-06-28T22:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:39:03.580+05:30</updated><title type='text'>safe asleep</title><content type='html'>i'm so sweet&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep in your arms&lt;br /&gt;while you were flying with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115151454349824296?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115151454349824296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115151454349824296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115151454349824296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115151454349824296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/06/safe-asleep.html' title='safe asleep'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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-17893789.post-115135409083572491</id><published>2006-06-27T02:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-27T02:06:21.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the dance</title><content type='html'>let me feel my restlessness&lt;br /&gt;my desperation&lt;br /&gt;my aching need to feel&lt;br /&gt;to experience and explore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me relax in this feeling&lt;br /&gt;let me not try to drive her away&lt;br /&gt;let me not try to fix her up&lt;br /&gt;let me sit beside her and listen to her story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feelings can never harm me&lt;br /&gt;no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;so let me not be afraid of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let them do their number today&lt;br /&gt;and dance in estascy&lt;br /&gt;for tonight,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be their silent audience&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115135409083572491?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115135409083572491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115135409083572491&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115135409083572491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115135409083572491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/06/dance.html' title='the dance'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115135311043904025</id><published>2006-06-27T01:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-27T01:48:30.440+05:30</updated><title type='text'>what may i do</title><content type='html'>what may i do&lt;br /&gt;of this soul that craves to connect&lt;br /&gt;of this sweet longing in my heart&lt;br /&gt;of this body that longs to be touched&lt;br /&gt;of these lips that are dying to kiss&lt;br /&gt;of this passion in my love&lt;br /&gt;of this heat in my cunt&lt;br /&gt;of these flowing juices&lt;br /&gt;when there is noone to taste them..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115135311043904025?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115135311043904025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115135311043904025&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115135311043904025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115135311043904025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-may-i-do.html' title='what may i do'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115135190822154972</id><published>2006-06-27T01:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-27T01:31:36.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'>another night</title><content type='html'>i'm just not able to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i've been tossing and turning&lt;br /&gt;in my cotton bed&lt;br /&gt;for an hour and a half now&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling restless,&lt;br /&gt;helpless and so desperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried everything---&lt;br /&gt;from fantasising (which i've become so good at now)&lt;br /&gt;to dreaming&lt;br /&gt;to imagining&lt;br /&gt;to reliving past memories&lt;br /&gt;both pleasant and painful&lt;br /&gt;nothing is working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never had a problem to sleep before&lt;br /&gt;now my mind is totally clutterred&lt;br /&gt;with all kinds of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;and my head has begun to ache slightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know what is bothering me so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't like to sleep alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115135190822154972?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115135190822154972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115135190822154972&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115135190822154972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115135190822154972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-night.html' title='another night'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115126136578011434</id><published>2006-06-26T00:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-26T00:26:02.876+05:30</updated><title type='text'>midnight story</title><content type='html'>past midnight&lt;br /&gt;lying on my bed&lt;br /&gt;listening to love songs in fm radio&lt;br /&gt;seeing the burning orange sky,&lt;br /&gt;the sleeping green leaves,&lt;br /&gt;the bat circling the gulmohor tree and&lt;br /&gt;the plane floating like stars in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fall asleep peacefully&lt;br /&gt;like a little princess&lt;br /&gt;in the strong loving arms of&lt;br /&gt;my invisible prince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115126136578011434?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115126136578011434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115126136578011434&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115126136578011434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115126136578011434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/06/midnight-story.html' title='midnight story'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115124239849244048</id><published>2006-06-25T19:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-25T19:22:45.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the forward roll, the flower &amp; the brick</title><content type='html'>at the aikido class, we do rolls, during which&lt;br /&gt;we are momentarily in the air&lt;br /&gt;slightly above the ground&lt;br /&gt;and we land on our shoulders, softly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm just not able to do the forward rolls&lt;br /&gt;i just freeze and become so nervous&lt;br /&gt;that i flop on my back, clumsily,&lt;br /&gt;i'm probably the only student&lt;br /&gt;who is still unable to do the forward roll&lt;br /&gt;the guys are giving me all types of tips &amp; suggestions&lt;br /&gt;but i am just not getting it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, the south african guy told me after class&lt;br /&gt;'anu, you are stiff and exerting so much strength,&lt;br /&gt;be relaxed and easy, you are NOT going to fall &amp;amp; hurt yourself'&lt;br /&gt;he continued--&lt;br /&gt;'think of the flower, even as it falls from such great heights&lt;br /&gt;it lands so softly on the hard ground,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes rocks, sometimes glass,&lt;br /&gt;it is not scared as it flows with the energy of the universe&lt;br /&gt;and the force of gravity, it &lt;em&gt;knows&lt;/em&gt; it will be safe&lt;br /&gt;but take a brick and drop it from two feet above the ground&lt;br /&gt;the brick cracks so easily&lt;br /&gt;the flower is relaxed and open and accepting (of even the fall)&lt;br /&gt;while the brick resists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noone who has fallen from the great heights has ever hurt himself,&lt;br /&gt;but the fear the falling and resistance to fall is what may hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;be the flower anu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;not the brick&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115124239849244048?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115124239849244048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115124239849244048&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115124239849244048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115124239849244048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/06/forward-roll-flower-brick.html' title='the forward roll, the flower &amp; the brick'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115107954567240581</id><published>2006-06-23T21:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-23T21:49:05.723+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the surprise</title><content type='html'>they don’t know each other,&lt;br /&gt;yet she smiled and he smiled back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked ‘how are you’&lt;br /&gt;she said, ‘fine, how are you’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pat came the reply from him, ‘bad without you’&lt;br /&gt;flustered, she asked, ‘bad without..?’&lt;br /&gt;he laughed, ‘just joking’&lt;br /&gt;and she has not stopped smiling since.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115107954567240581?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115107954567240581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115107954567240581&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115107954567240581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115107954567240581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/06/surprise.html' title='the surprise'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115090446565806885</id><published>2006-06-21T21:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:11:05.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'>bedazzzled</title><content type='html'>I’m putting in tremendous thinking and effort in my work&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes I feel, nobody really bothers about it&lt;br /&gt;I want to switch jobs&lt;br /&gt;but the companies want a perfectly healthy person&lt;br /&gt;I feel I’m healing myself&lt;br /&gt;but the physical reports state contrary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuck in a vicious whirlpool&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is the purpose of all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, I remember,&lt;br /&gt;the grass joyfully dancing with the wind&lt;br /&gt;the leafless tree still standing tall&lt;br /&gt;the purple fossil blossoming beautifully near the drainage&lt;br /&gt;the lone star shining so very brightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are not asking - ‘&lt;br /&gt;what’s the purpose of this?’&lt;br /&gt;they are simply&lt;br /&gt;bedazzled about their existence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115090446565806885?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115090446565806885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115090446565806885&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115090446565806885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115090446565806885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/06/bedazzzled.html' title='bedazzzled'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115081704084912600</id><published>2006-06-20T20:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:54:00.920+05:30</updated><title type='text'>all for a banana</title><content type='html'>as I was travelling uphill today,&lt;br /&gt;I saw two fruit vendors happily chatting.&lt;br /&gt;their wooden carts filled with ripe bananas&lt;br /&gt;were parked on the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly one of the wooden carts&lt;br /&gt;started to slide downhill slowly&lt;br /&gt;everyone yelled to the banana vendor for his attention,&lt;br /&gt;who was till now merrily laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a funny sight it was!&lt;br /&gt;to see a whole group of fruit vendors&lt;br /&gt;running behind the banana cart&lt;br /&gt;which kept sliding down so very swiftly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who wouldn’t be crazy to taste a banana,&lt;br /&gt;they are so delicious, aren’t they? *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115081704084912600?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115081704084912600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115081704084912600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115081704084912600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115081704084912600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-for-banana.html' title='all for a banana'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115074288251975399</id><published>2006-06-20T00:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-20T00:18:02.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the smooch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I kiss the sky&lt;br /&gt;every evening&lt;br /&gt;with my soft lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heavens blush&lt;br /&gt;crimson red &amp;amp; pink&lt;br /&gt;humans call this as twilight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115074288251975399?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115074288251975399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115074288251975399&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115074288251975399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115074288251975399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/06/smooch.html' title='the smooch'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115074280811168125</id><published>2006-06-20T00:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-20T00:16:48.206+05:30</updated><title type='text'>birth of a daffodil</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;broken sleep&lt;br /&gt;mild headache&lt;br /&gt;wanted to take the day off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a little focus in the moment&lt;br /&gt;as fresh as a daffodil and&lt;br /&gt;what a productive day I’ve had so far!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115074280811168125?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115074280811168125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115074280811168125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115074280811168125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115074280811168125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/06/birth-of-daffodil.html' title='birth of a daffodil'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115052488749038731</id><published>2006-06-17T11:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-17T11:44:47.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the doggie</title><content type='html'>I stand facing my back to you&lt;br /&gt;and pull my pants down&lt;br /&gt;exposing my two naked half moons&lt;br /&gt;to your awestruck eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bend my knees a bit&lt;br /&gt;and rub my tight round ass on your face,&lt;br /&gt;letting you breathe into the&lt;br /&gt;pungent smell of my asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaking my nude assup and down wildly&lt;br /&gt;so very close to your face,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tits bouncing ahead&lt;br /&gt;my arms bent and up in the air&lt;br /&gt;a fucked up expression on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like your little doggie&lt;br /&gt;who is waiting to be&lt;br /&gt;spanked and rammed hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115052488749038731?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115052488749038731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115052488749038731&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115052488749038731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115052488749038731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/06/doggie.html' title='the doggie'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115039746471553362</id><published>2006-06-16T00:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:23:32.750+05:30</updated><title type='text'>night lovers</title><content type='html'>tonight,&lt;br /&gt;i'm alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lips are smiling&lt;br /&gt;my heart is overflowing with love&lt;br /&gt;my hair steals a naughty kiss from me&lt;br /&gt;as the soft breeze blows him on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;slight tingling sensations&lt;br /&gt;running up my legs&lt;br /&gt;as if the night were tickling me&lt;br /&gt;to tease me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone any more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115039746471553362?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115039746471553362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115039746471553362&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115039746471553362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17893789/posts/default/115039746471553362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/2006/06/night-lovers.html' title='night lovers'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587387629292850802</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17893789.post-115029754707485432</id><published>2006-06-14T20:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-14T20:36:35.953+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the crack</title><content type='html'>the whole when cracked&lt;br /&gt;even a bit&lt;br /&gt;releases pain &amp;amp; discomfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crack eventually&lt;br /&gt;merges with the whole&lt;br /&gt;to become ONE, inseparable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime I experience pain&lt;br /&gt;physical, emotional or any other&lt;br /&gt;I now remind myself that&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a bit cracked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and isn’t it is in the nature&lt;br /&gt;of cracks (of all sorts)&lt;br /&gt;to merge with wholes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as it is, in my nature&lt;br /&gt;to merge effortlessly&lt;br /&gt;with my inner being&lt;br /&gt;of boundless joy and vitality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115029754707485432?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115029754707485432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115029754707485432&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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its single wing&lt;br /&gt;struggling to raise its body&lt;br /&gt;above the ground&lt;br /&gt;to save its life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dog sensing the crow’s&lt;br /&gt;limitations pounces on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my rick passed the road&lt;br /&gt;and I never got to see&lt;br /&gt;what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the unknown is filled with&lt;br /&gt;all possibilities&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17893789-115029732296212928?l=anustory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anustory.blogspot.com/feeds/115029732296212928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17893789&amp;postID=115029732296212928&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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