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		<title>LESSON 8</title>
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				<category><![CDATA[lesson 8]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[One horrible day had gone and I was back to my original routine. As usual I woke up at 10 and found out no one at my house. I was feeling very lowly after the last night incidence. The one I cared didn&#8217;t care for me. Still, life goes on.
I switched on my PC and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thelovecalledinternet.wordpress.com&blog=3757845&post=10&subd=thelovecalledinternet&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>One horrible day had gone and I was back to my original routine. As usual I woke up at 10 and found out no one at my house. I was feeling very lowly after the last night incidence. The one I cared didn&#8217;t care for me. Still, life goes on.</p>
<p>I switched on my PC and and signed into my messenger. I was eager to share my feelings with Nida. I knew she would be the only one who would understand. She was there probably waiting for me. I greeted her.</p>
<p>&#8220;hi&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;hey &#8230;parth&#8230;how are you&#8230;.just a min&#8230;.i will be bak.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;ok.&#8221; This was the only word I could have typed but I was feeling like &#8216;how could she ignore me for something else!!&#8217; I was in pain and she should have been listening to me now. But this feeling soon went away. I realized that she must have some work and she is coming back.</p>
<p>FIVE MINUTES LATER</p>
<p>&#8220;srry&#8230;took a lil longer than expected.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;its OK&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;so. how have you been&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;not good&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;oh..wat happened&#8221;</p>
<p>She never used question marks I don&#8217;t know why?</p>
<p>&#8220;I told u bout sneha&#8230;my love..&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;ya &#8230;wat happened to her&#8230;she got married??&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;how can she be married in this age nida???:-O&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;oops srry wat happened tell na.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;she got a bf&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;lolz..&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;hey cmon how can u laugh?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;srry&#8230;.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;she got a bf nida and she betrayed me .&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;u r overreacting now parth. u even didnt tell her about ur feelings. how can u say she betrayed u&#8221;</p>
<p>She was right.</p>
<p>&#8220;ok ok srry&#8230;.but i m feeling lowly.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;move on parth&#8230;..if she is for u she will be urs&#8230;.now just don&#8217;t overreact&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;ok ok &#8230;..stil i just wanted to share it wid u. coz u r the only one who knows bout it.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;heheheh&#8230;thnx &#8220;</p>
<p>&#8220;no thnx&#8230;.by the way u wrote that u wanted to talk about something.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;hmmm&#8230;..my father is luking for somone to marry me.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;and u dont want  to marry now&#8230;u have got a career in front of u ..&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;arey buddhu&#8230;.i m still doing a job u know it&#8230;.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;so?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;I dont want to marry someone whom I dont know.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;ohhhhh&#8230;..so dont marry na who forced u&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;I dont know if my father would like the person i will love&#8230;.becoz of wat raja did to me..&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;chill&#8230;..i know u will get the person u love&#8230;.tension not yaar&#8230;&#8230;dont wrry ..&#8221;</p>
<p>And the door bell rang.</p>
<p>&#8220;brb&#8221; I went to the door and opened it. And it was Sneha standing in front of me with Akash &#8220;first me&#8221; Arora.</p>
<p>&#8220;SHOCKED?&#8221;, he started again.</p>
<p>&#8220;some what.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;umm&#8230; Parth&#8230;you left your wallet yesterday.&#8221;, Sneha interrupted. I had forgotten my wallet in her bedroom.</p>
<p>&#8220;thanks.&#8221;, I tried to smile.</p>
<p>&#8220;your welcome.&#8221; Akash replied hurriedly. &#8220;Come on Sneha we got to go to the movie or we will miss it.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Bye Parth.&#8221; She smiled again and went to the bajaj pulsar220 and sat on the back seat tightly holding Akash from the back.</p>
<p>BACK TO THE CHATTING</p>
<p>&#8220;She came here Nida and i saw her holding tightly the bak of her bf.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;so?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;so&#8230;???&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;dont make urself a fool&#8230;leave it now&#8230;.by the way &#8230;i gotto go now&#8230;.shopping <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> &#8230;.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;ohk..bubyee tc&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;u2&#8243;</p>
<p>As she signed out I hit the switch of the electrical output for my PC. I was angry.</p>
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