<?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-8533853050181732275</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:17:01.640-08:00</updated><category term='55 fiction'/><title type='text'>Delhi to Guwahati... A journey</title><subtitle type='html'>Delhi to Guwahati with intermittent stops at a few insignificantly significant places, my journey through Capitals continues. The name's Pathika, and living up to it takes a lot of travelling. I am not complaining though! Every city has warmly welcomed me and swept me up in its colorful flavors. Let's see what the Gateway to the North-east has to offer!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bongbabeinthecapital.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533853050181732275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bongbabeinthecapital.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bongbabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723534544059337111</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/-38ptjvjtnlY/TYhG_MMGjQI/AAAAAAAAA7c/jARWtJs9fYY/s220/IMG0318A.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533853050181732275.post-5086838017343935926</id><published>2010-06-25T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:05:55.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><title type='text'>Fifteen Minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Those were&amp;nbsp;the longest fifteen minutes of her life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Needles of shame and humiliation pierced through her, threatening to wreck her dam of self control. As she sat motionless, her spirit bruised and beaten, he threw a bundle of bills at her and walked out of the brothel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Her body had become price tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533853050181732275-5086838017343935926?l=bongbabeinthecapital.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bongbabeinthecapital.blogspot.com/feeds/5086838017343935926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bongbabeinthecapital.blogspot.com/2010/06/those-were-longest-fifteen-minutes-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533853050181732275/posts/default/5086838017343935926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533853050181732275/posts/default/5086838017343935926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bongbabeinthecapital.blogspot.com/2010/06/those-were-longest-fifteen-minutes-of.html' title='Fifteen Minutes'/><author><name>bongbabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723534544059337111</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/-38ptjvjtnlY/TYhG_MMGjQI/AAAAAAAAA7c/jARWtJs9fYY/s220/IMG0318A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533853050181732275.post-3823595208304094582</id><published>2010-05-15T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T12:45:46.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost been two months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A lot has happened in the two months that we've been here. So much so that I feel I have been in the Capital for a long long time. It's not that I have got used to the place. I still fumble around to find my way, and am still to make peace with the unscrupulous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;autowallas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love the well managed roads though, and the planned flyovers that makes this sprawling city navigable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Found myself a job. Am happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life in the Capital is finally taking shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533853050181732275-3823595208304094582?l=bongbabeinthecapital.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bongbabeinthecapital.blogspot.com/feeds/3823595208304094582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bongbabeinthecapital.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-almost-been-two-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533853050181732275/posts/default/3823595208304094582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533853050181732275/posts/default/3823595208304094582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bongbabeinthecapital.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-almost-been-two-months.html' title='It&apos;s almost been two months'/><author><name>bongbabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723534544059337111</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/-38ptjvjtnlY/TYhG_MMGjQI/AAAAAAAAA7c/jARWtJs9fYY/s220/IMG0318A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533853050181732275.post-5983474880832520659</id><published>2010-03-21T03:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:10:51.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Time flew since we reached here. They say the friends you make in your childhood are the truest and the simplest of friends. I believed in to some extent. But now I am a walking example of that saying. The girl I first met on my school bus, and &lt;b&gt;HATED&lt;/b&gt;, became my best friend. And though distance separated us, we kept in touch; sometimes knowing very little o each other's life, but never losing the love for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And now that I am in Delhi, I have been staying with her for three days. She is happily married now, and I am staying with her in-laws, who have also accepted me and my fiance into their lives, like we have known each other all our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I leave this afternoon, as my house hunting has come to an end and I have found a roof for ourselves in the vast Capital of India. We are moving out of my friend's house today, and it is not without a heavy heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;for the last three days, I have had a ball; from chatting, to watching TV with the family and drinking, to pulling each other's legs... it's been a family time. Today I am leaving and it is not without a heavy heart that I say goodbye to my friend and my extended family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wont say Thank You to her, coz then I would be insulting my childhood, the memories and last but not the least, our friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;These three initial days in the Capital wouldn't have been so happening, had I not stayed with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today I move towards a new life and a new home, but this is always remain one of my favorite memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533853050181732275-5983474880832520659?l=bongbabeinthecapital.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bongbabeinthecapital.blogspot.com/feeds/5983474880832520659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bongbabeinthecapital.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533853050181732275/posts/default/5983474880832520659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533853050181732275/posts/default/5983474880832520659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bongbabeinthecapital.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-three.html' title='Day Three'/><author><name>bongbabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723534544059337111</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/-38ptjvjtnlY/TYhG_MMGjQI/AAAAAAAAA7c/jARWtJs9fYY/s220/IMG0318A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
