<?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-3436789386412591174</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:55:23.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Connection</title><subtitle type='html'>Divine connection is the connection of your expressions and your soul, the untold feelings and expressions try to find their way out... and all they need is the help of few words scribbled below.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devineconnection.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436789386412591174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devineconnection.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16319005381057210560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDo8hhkNxTc/SLmfy7oC4QI/AAAAAAAAABU/rIdre1SqSoc/S220/Image016.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436789386412591174.post-4739426553811771602</id><published>2009-07-17T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:52:38.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of you in my mind</title><content type='html'>Didn't they say that I would make a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Didn't they say you were gonna be trouble&lt;br /&gt;People told me you were too much to take&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see it, I didn't want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let you in, and you let me down&lt;br /&gt;You messed me up and you turned my life around&lt;br /&gt;Left me feeling I had nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;I was alone how was I to know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be there when I needed somebody&lt;br /&gt;You would be there the only one could help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a picture of you in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Never knew it could be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Why'd it take me so long just to find&lt;br /&gt;The friend that was there all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'd believe that after all we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I'd be able to put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Goes to show you can forgive and forget&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I have no regrets cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be there when I needed somebody&lt;br /&gt;You would be there the only one could help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a picture of you in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Never knew it could be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Why'd it take me so long just to find&lt;br /&gt;The friend that was there all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be there when I needed somebody&lt;br /&gt;You would be there the only one could help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a picture of you in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Never knew it could be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Why'd it take me so long just to find&lt;br /&gt;The friend that was there all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a picture of you in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Never knew it could be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Why'd it take me so long just to find&lt;br /&gt;The friend that was there all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a picture of you in my mind, all along&lt;br /&gt;Never knew it could be so wrong, all along&lt;br /&gt;Why'd it take me so long just to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Source - Mail forward)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436789386412591174-4739426553811771602?l=devineconnection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devineconnection.blogspot.com/feeds/4739426553811771602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3436789386412591174&amp;postID=4739426553811771602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436789386412591174/posts/default/4739426553811771602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436789386412591174/posts/default/4739426553811771602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devineconnection.blogspot.com/2009/07/picture-of-you-in-my-mind.html' title='Picture of you in my mind'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16319005381057210560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDo8hhkNxTc/SLmfy7oC4QI/AAAAAAAAABU/rIdre1SqSoc/S220/Image016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436789386412591174.post-1631869869749468695</id><published>2009-07-17T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:49:57.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tear in your eyes</title><content type='html'>I saw a tear in your eye&lt;br /&gt;How could I be so glad&lt;br /&gt;To let you walk right out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Just watch you break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;(But now it's time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time&lt;br /&gt;To let you know&lt;br /&gt;What's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;That I&lt;br /&gt;I never knew love like this&lt;br /&gt;But no one will ever love you more&lt;br /&gt;I promise you this&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what comes my way&lt;br /&gt;No matter what else may change&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will change&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel&lt;br /&gt;My love for you&lt;br /&gt;Is neverending&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what&lt;br /&gt;I'll never stop loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(source- Mail Forward)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436789386412591174-1631869869749468695?l=devineconnection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devineconnection.blogspot.com/feeds/1631869869749468695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3436789386412591174&amp;postID=1631869869749468695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436789386412591174/posts/default/1631869869749468695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436789386412591174/posts/default/1631869869749468695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devineconnection.blogspot.com/2009/07/tear-in-your-eyes.html' title='A Tear in your eyes'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16319005381057210560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDo8hhkNxTc/SLmfy7oC4QI/AAAAAAAAABU/rIdre1SqSoc/S220/Image016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436789386412591174.post-2813157146591711685</id><published>2009-06-27T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T07:31:23.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan Adams: Where do I Go From Here Lyrics</title><content type='html'>All of these miles and where have I been? &lt;br /&gt;All of this time that I've wasted &lt;br /&gt;All of my dreams they're just gone like the wind &lt;br /&gt;ya - I've got to face it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nowhere to go from here &lt;br /&gt;standin' here cold and shaken &lt;br /&gt;how did I lose my way? &lt;br /&gt;on this long lonely road that I've taken &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've come to the end of the line &lt;br /&gt;now that I've run out of chances &lt;br /&gt;everything I love - s'bin left behind &lt;br /&gt;and I don't have any answers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go from here? &lt;br /&gt;standin here tired and broken &lt;br /&gt;how do I find my way? &lt;br /&gt;on this long lonely road where I'm goin' &lt;br /&gt;gonna be a long lonely road where I'm goin' &lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna get there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436789386412591174-2813157146591711685?l=devineconnection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devineconnection.blogspot.com/feeds/2813157146591711685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3436789386412591174&amp;postID=2813157146591711685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436789386412591174/posts/default/2813157146591711685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436789386412591174/posts/default/2813157146591711685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devineconnection.blogspot.com/2009/06/bryan-adams-where-do-i-go-from-here.html' title='Bryan Adams: Where do I Go From Here Lyrics'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16319005381057210560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDo8hhkNxTc/SLmfy7oC4QI/AAAAAAAAABU/rIdre1SqSoc/S220/Image016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436789386412591174.post-6600211546265345779</id><published>2009-05-30T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:36:46.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wo tum ho……</title><content type='html'>Raat mein roshan sa ek chirag, nahi wo chand nahi wo tum ho.&lt;br /&gt;Sannate mein resham si ek pukaar, nahi wo awaaz nahi wo tum ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rukh se dhalta hua naqaab, nahi wo husn nahi wo tum ho,&lt;br /&gt;Maikhane mein chalaka hua ek jam, nahi wo shaaqi nahi wo tum go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardi ki thand mein door se aati hui jo khushboo, nahi wo gulab nahi wo tum ho,&lt;br /&gt;Pehli bearish ka wo makhmali ehsaas, nahi wo boond nahi wo tum ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mannaton ke baad suni ho jisne fariyad, nahi wo khuda nahi wo tum ho,&lt;br /&gt;Chhuke gaya yaadon ke gulshan se aaj koi, nahi wo hawa nahi wo tum ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakha tha jisko palakon pe maine samhal, nahi wo noor nai wo tum ho,&lt;br /&gt;Aur …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; Chod gaya beech banwar mein is maanjhi ka jo saath, koi aur nahi wo tum ho.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436789386412591174-6600211546265345779?l=devineconnection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devineconnection.blogspot.com/feeds/6600211546265345779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3436789386412591174&amp;postID=6600211546265345779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436789386412591174/posts/default/6600211546265345779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436789386412591174/posts/default/6600211546265345779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devineconnection.blogspot.com/2009/05/wo-tum-ho.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Wo tum ho……&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16319005381057210560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDo8hhkNxTc/SLmfy7oC4QI/AAAAAAAAABU/rIdre1SqSoc/S220/Image016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436789386412591174.post-5299852266345147739</id><published>2009-05-10T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:35:10.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired... so much more aware</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so faithless lost under the surface&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what you're expecting of me&lt;br /&gt;Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes&lt;br /&gt;Every step I take is another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;I've become so tired so much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I've becoming this all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that you're smothering me&lt;br /&gt;Holding too tightly afraid to lose control&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything that you thought I would be&lt;br /&gt;Has fallen apart right in front of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;And every second I waste is more than I can take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;I've become so tired so much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I've becoming this all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;I may end up failing too&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;You were just like me with someone disappointed in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;I've become so tired so much more aware.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not an orginal work, but liked so much that I published it in my blog)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436789386412591174-5299852266345147739?l=devineconnection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devineconnection.blogspot.com/feeds/5299852266345147739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3436789386412591174&amp;postID=5299852266345147739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436789386412591174/posts/default/5299852266345147739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436789386412591174/posts/default/5299852266345147739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devineconnection.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-tired-so-much-more-aware.html' title='So tired... so much more aware'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16319005381057210560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDo8hhkNxTc/SLmfy7oC4QI/AAAAAAAAABU/rIdre1SqSoc/S220/Image016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436789386412591174.post-331041587541232340</id><published>2008-08-30T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:49:50.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Net Gain...(Kahani...Adhoori Kahani....)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iDo8hhkNxTc/SLmgBAAzryI/AAAAAAAAABs/dX09Q21y1ac/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240395580465983266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iDo8hhkNxTc/SLmgBAAzryI/AAAAAAAAABs/dX09Q21y1ac/s200/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iDo8hhkNxTc/SLmfixsY3PI/AAAAAAAAABM/0f9CapR3DQg/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDo8hhkNxTc/SLmaM2recgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DWbhOyCvY5o/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The story finds its inspiration in a real life incidence. The names have been changed, and emotions dilluted on request. Intentionally the story has been abridged... and kept open ended, you may try to complete it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual it was a tough day for Raghav in the office. He pressed 5th Floor in the lift control panel and waited eagerly to reach his flat. ‘Days are really getting hotter here’, he said to himself. He quickly changed once in home, threw away the clothes in the laundry bag and quenched a bottle straight from the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;It has been 8 months since Raghav joined this IT major straight out of his college. He was posted in Kolkata and was putting up in a flat with his friends. Life was a busy affair as he was really working hard in his first assignment and struggling hard to learn the tricks of the trade as soon in quick time. Today he had a bad day in the office as he was given some profession advices from his boss for an issue Raghav thought was quite ignorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vrrrushhh… the shower was so relaxing… while bathing he was planning to explore Kolkata this weekend, it has been a long time here, but he was yet to explore the city of joy, coutesy “all work and no play”. “There is something here which I don’t like” he was talking to himself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30, he opened his laptop and started orkuting. He had some scraps to reply. He checked some news at Rediff and logged on to Yahoo Messenger, “Let’s see if any college buddy is online? No one! Let’s check the Kolkata chat room.”&lt;br /&gt;Raghav : Hi this is m/25/Kol, May I join you?&lt;br /&gt;Ishani: Hi&lt;br /&gt;Raghav: Can we chat? I work in an IT firm at Kolkata? You?&lt;br /&gt;Ishani: I am a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Raghav: Teacher! That good, which school, which place Ishani?&lt;br /&gt;Ishani: Well I am from Siliguri, I teach in Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;Raghav: Okkk, so you like kids?&lt;br /&gt;Ishani: Yes. They are cutie pies…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They chatted till 12.30 am and planned to meet online again another day.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, it was the same time that they both logged in. They were discussing a lot about their school life, college, work, family, likes and dislike etc etc. Raghav somehow felt good to chat with this lady, it was casual chat for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;This was the beginning what turned out to be an important phase of Raghav’s life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things didn’t stop there, the 3rd day the chat continued till 3 in the morning and Ishani asked for Raghav’s number, Raghav shared eagerly, he was even eager to get a call from her but actually didn’t really expected. The next day, he got few missed calls from an unknown number and after few pranks Ishani said it was her. She said Raghav to store her number and never ever dare to delete. Raghav smiled, he was feeling an unknown happiness, and he was smiling all the day with her thoughts. It didn’t take too long for Raghav to realize that he likes Ishani and he expressed this to her very soon. “Ishani, I have developed a liking for you.” Ishani blushed and laughed it away, but before saying bye she said that she liked Raghav too.&lt;br /&gt;Raghav was a bird who has recently learned to fly, he liked it. Though all these days, he was a frequent in chat rooms and was well aware how true people are on internet, he felt like believing Ishani. She was different, she sounded so honest and genuine, she has got very mature thoughts and seems t be correct most of the times. She seemed the kind of person whom he can talk on and on and on. Before he could notice, the relationship had blossomed to something more than friendship.&lt;br /&gt;They chatted very frequently, every night, within 7 days they were so much into it that if by chance if anyone used to get disconnected from net, the other will text, call within a second…. Desperate souls. Raghav, a shy guy, was freely expressing his liking for her. Ishani, though was not that frequent, but had expressed her liking towards Raghav too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Ishani, How are you, can you come on net? I am there. Send, open log, Ishani, send… SMS delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raghav: Hi Ishu, How was the day.&lt;br /&gt;Ishani: It was Ok Ok, Ihave got some office work to do and submit it this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Raghav: Ok that’s 4 days away, Tell me did you miss me this weekend when I was away to Bangalore?&lt;br /&gt;Ishani: Yes I did. But I kept calling you.&lt;br /&gt;Raghav: Yes, my roaming bills will confirm that. I missed you so much dear.&lt;br /&gt;Ishani: Hmmm, but how long, things will change.&lt;br /&gt;Raghav: Why? Why will they change?&lt;br /&gt;Ishani: Look I wanted to tell you earlier, but I am sorry I couldn’t. I am getting engaged soon. My parents have selected someone and we meet on weekends to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;Raghav: Ohh… but then wats wrong in liking each other, I never said that I love you are I want to marry you.&lt;br /&gt;Raghav was not ready for this.&lt;br /&gt;Ishani: Look Raghav, before things go out of hand, and we go to an extent where we will feel really bad, we should understand the reality. Even if I was not looking him I couldn’t have gone ahead in a relationship with someone whom I have met only on net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raghav: Can I call you up? I need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raghav ended the call literally in tears. His realized that he was actually living in a world of fantasy and in reality there were boundaries to be respected.&lt;br /&gt;Raghav continues to chat, he was feeling low. He knew that he was not in love, but he knew that it was more than a friendship. He understood what Ishani had to say. She was actually correct and was honest enough to say the truth in time. Raghav felt bad but then they promised that they will remain friends. This time Raghav said to Ishani,” You are more matured than me, I believe you, and I will not bother you to take this relationship any further. While writing this, Raghav can feel some drops falling on the key board; he had to wipe off his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed, and they still used to talk frequently, everyday. Now the talks were more about work, and family, and also about Ishani’s fiancé. Raghav used to ask Ishani about how he proposed to her, how does he treats her when he takes her out on dinner etc.etc.etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had taken the change in the relationship well. They were moving ahead in their course of life very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then the feelings were only dormant... they were not dead. 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