<?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-8584113353351595953</id><updated>2011-07-15T01:08:12.324+05:30</updated><title type='text'>peanuts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mickey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676953569507249611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i2RAa_cmYrQ/Ruo2LMnPhII/AAAAAAAAAAU/JT1ei1P0MVA/s320/Arnhem+283sml.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584113353351595953.post-3386677040918972780</id><published>2008-04-12T10:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-12T11:13:53.682+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fire</title><content type='html'>The heat was intolerable.&lt;br /&gt;I could hear some explosions.&lt;br /&gt;The fume coming out was acrid.&lt;br /&gt;I had a choking sensation.&lt;br /&gt;My throat was parched.&lt;br /&gt;I ran frantically searching for water.&lt;br /&gt;There was no water around.&lt;br /&gt;I was running downstairs when Jane stopped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s it Mickey, you look sick”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Give me some water to douse the fire, Jane”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fire… Oh God, Mickey, is our tree house on fire?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Its worst, Jane !&lt;br /&gt;My tummy is on fire,&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn’t have tried those Tundey Kebabs at DokSaab’s party.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584113353351595953-3386677040918972780?l=mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3386677040918972780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584113353351595953&amp;postID=3386677040918972780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/3386677040918972780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/3386677040918972780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/2008/04/fire.html' title='Fire'/><author><name>Mickey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676953569507249611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i2RAa_cmYrQ/Ruo2LMnPhII/AAAAAAAAAAU/JT1ei1P0MVA/s320/Arnhem+283sml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584113353351595953.post-408141504295858200</id><published>2008-03-18T12:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T12:52:21.699+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Mickey, you can have the strength of two studs, but that will cost you a fortune."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DokSaab, take any money, but Jane should be fully satisfied."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a box of golden capsules, five hundred bucks apiece, to be taken one hour before going to Jane. Even I was astonished with my performance. Jane told I never had that much strength before.&lt;br /&gt;Soon I reached the last capsule. Curious monkey that I am I opened the capsule to see what’s inside. I tasted the white powder and immediately recognised, Glucose !!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You cheat", I barged into DokSaab’s chamber, shouting. "You sold me glucose capsules as power pills."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But they worked, monkey, didn’t they."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See the real strength was in your mind. I just made you believe in your strength. Those capsules wouldn’t have worked had I sold them at 5 rupees."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8584113353351595953-408141504295858200?l=mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/feeds/408141504295858200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584113353351595953&amp;postID=408141504295858200&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/408141504295858200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/408141504295858200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/2008/03/strength.html' title='Strength'/><author><name>Mickey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676953569507249611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i2RAa_cmYrQ/Ruo2LMnPhII/AAAAAAAAAAU/JT1ei1P0MVA/s320/Arnhem+283sml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584113353351595953.post-8428692819593744097</id><published>2008-02-11T20:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:19:37.897+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>I want a divorce, Virmani Uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why Jane? On what grounds?&lt;br /&gt;Mickey is such a nice monkey,&lt;br /&gt;I know him since his childhood.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle! isn't addiction sufficient ground under US laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mickey and addiction, why he is a teetotaler, I can vouch for him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not alcohol, Uncle, he is addicted to Orkut.&lt;br /&gt;Whole night he is sending scraps.&lt;br /&gt;Shweta, Sweta, Rashmi, Nandini, Seema, Shinjini, Richa, Ana, Priyanka,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know with how many girls he is flirting these days.&lt;br /&gt;He has stopped talking to me. Even I have to scrap him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jane beta, I can't take your case, because if I win, it will set a precedent.&lt;br /&gt;Your Aunty is trying hard to divorce me on the same grounds.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584113353351595953-8428692819593744097?l=mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8428692819593744097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584113353351595953&amp;postID=8428692819593744097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/8428692819593744097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/8428692819593744097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/2008/02/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>Mickey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676953569507249611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i2RAa_cmYrQ/Ruo2LMnPhII/AAAAAAAAAAU/JT1ei1P0MVA/s320/Arnhem+283sml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584113353351595953.post-6197093624415291550</id><published>2008-02-11T20:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:17:41.538+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>It was a chilly winter morning.&lt;br /&gt;I was on my daily jog.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it started to pour.&lt;br /&gt;I ran under a porch for shelter.&lt;br /&gt;I was drenched, my body shivering with cold.&lt;br /&gt;I saw, near the wall, some burning coal.&lt;br /&gt;I started to blow them to ignite fire and get some heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Those are not ember, monkey, those are ripe red fruits."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Virmani mocking at me, Purple Krown perched precariously over his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"With hands and feet, you look like a man.&lt;br /&gt;You're even tailless!&lt;br /&gt;Don't you have a brain too?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was enough to infuriate me.&lt;br /&gt;I snatched his Krown and shattered it into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Teasing a monkey! this will teach you a lesson, Surdie"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584113353351595953-6197093624415291550?l=mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6197093624415291550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584113353351595953&amp;postID=6197093624415291550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/6197093624415291550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/6197093624415291550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/2008/02/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>Mickey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676953569507249611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i2RAa_cmYrQ/Ruo2LMnPhII/AAAAAAAAAAU/JT1ei1P0MVA/s320/Arnhem+283sml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584113353351595953.post-3576514418032863714</id><published>2008-02-11T20:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:15:43.216+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Told You So</title><content type='html'>I woke up with pain in my back. I saw DokSaab smiling at me. I felt for my tail. It was not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do with my tail?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I had to remove it Mickey, I told you so!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You told you'd do a minor surgery for the boil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yes, but your tail was useless, so I removed it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was symbol of my Manhood, err Monkeyhood. Jane loved me because of it. DokSaab, I told you so!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I will talk to Jane, don't you worry, Monkey."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was leaving, I saw my sexy tail, hanging from behind DokSaab's white apron. Now I realised he duped me. He had huge crush on my Jane and stole my tail to win-over her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584113353351595953-3576514418032863714?l=mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3576514418032863714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584113353351595953&amp;postID=3576514418032863714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/3576514418032863714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/3576514418032863714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-told-you-so.html' title='I Told You So'/><author><name>Mickey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676953569507249611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i2RAa_cmYrQ/Ruo2LMnPhII/AAAAAAAAAAU/JT1ei1P0MVA/s320/Arnhem+283sml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584113353351595953.post-5583131931579850119</id><published>2008-02-11T19:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:38:12.181+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I think I am in Love, Sweta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why Monkey, how do you know its love?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweta, since the day I have seen her, I am feeling strange.&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats faster these days.&lt;br /&gt;When she comes to the window, my breathing becomes difficult.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep the whole night. She is always there in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I keep sitting on the mango tree in front of her house,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for her to appear in the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;Even the juiciest berries seem tasteless to me when she is not there.&lt;br /&gt;Am I in love with Jane, Sweta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monkey, this is not love.&lt;br /&gt;You are most probably having anaemia.&lt;br /&gt;Come to my clinic tomorrow, we'll take some tests.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be well soon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584113353351595953-5583131931579850119?l=mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/feeds/5583131931579850119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584113353351595953&amp;postID=5583131931579850119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/5583131931579850119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/5583131931579850119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/2008/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Mickey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676953569507249611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i2RAa_cmYrQ/Ruo2LMnPhII/AAAAAAAAAAU/JT1ei1P0MVA/s320/Arnhem+283sml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584113353351595953.post-8503008338022430678</id><published>2007-12-17T12:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-17T12:50:52.492+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Candle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Last Christmas, we decided to visit Jane's mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Whole day, we jumped across trees reaching my mother-in-law's home by evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The butler ushered us into that huge mansion.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Jane and kids went up to meet her mother.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I waited in the lavishly decorated hall.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;There were expensive paintings, and sculptures all around.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Then I saw, on a side table, a basket full of fruits.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Apples, oranges, grapes and bananas, all so fresh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I couldn't resist, hungry that I was, picked up one ripe yellow banana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The moment I was to bite the fleshy fruit, my mother-in-law exclaimed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"What are you doing monkey, that's not banana, that's a candle". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"Decorative candles, I know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; I smiled foolishly &lt;em&gt;"I was just smelling them".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584113353351595953-8503008338022430678?l=mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8503008338022430678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584113353351595953&amp;postID=8503008338022430678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/8503008338022430678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/8503008338022430678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/2007/12/candle.html' title='Candle'/><author><name>Mickey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676953569507249611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i2RAa_cmYrQ/Ruo2LMnPhII/AAAAAAAAAAU/JT1ei1P0MVA/s320/Arnhem+283sml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584113353351595953.post-8222748800342756484</id><published>2007-12-17T12:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-17T12:49:52.587+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Where were you?"&lt;br /&gt;I asked Jane.&lt;br /&gt;She was climbing down&lt;br /&gt;From the thickest branch of our tree.&lt;br /&gt;"Err, I was up there&lt;br /&gt;reading a novel".&lt;br /&gt;She looked tired, sleepy,&lt;br /&gt;And strangely satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;"But I saw Tarzan swinging away&lt;br /&gt;From the tree few minutes back".&lt;br /&gt;Her Shirt was torn, skirt crushed.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, He was going towards the town,&lt;br /&gt;Just stopped to say hi to me".&lt;br /&gt;Her hair was disheveled,&lt;br /&gt;Face blushing,&lt;br /&gt;Bite marks on the lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was telling one story,&lt;br /&gt;But every tear of her shirt,&lt;br /&gt;Every wrinkle of her skirt,&lt;br /&gt;Every strand of her hair,&lt;br /&gt;Every scratch on her arms,&lt;br /&gt;Was telling,&lt;br /&gt;A different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584113353351595953-8222748800342756484?l=mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i2RAa_cmYrQ/Ruo2LMnPhII/AAAAAAAAAAU/JT1ei1P0MVA/s320/Arnhem+283sml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584113353351595953.post-92373009849034597</id><published>2007-12-17T12:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-17T12:48:43.248+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Papa, I have to write an essay on &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Green&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, can you help me?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"How unfortunate, Junior, you have never seen &lt;i&gt;green&lt;/i&gt;. It was a popular color in our times. Now there are only gray, brown, red and black colors around. In my childhood, when I lived in the forests of Kuano, there were so many shades of green around. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Forest&lt;/st1:place&gt; green, lime green, fern green, tea green, parrot green, olive green, even sea green. The green color of trees in springs was different from that in summers. There's nothing green around now, but I'll show you some trees and grass in the museum tomorrow." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Dad, are you talking about pre-historical colors, I have to write about &lt;em&gt;Green, the rock band&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/8584113353351595953-92373009849034597?l=mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/feeds/92373009849034597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584113353351595953&amp;postID=92373009849034597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/92373009849034597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/92373009849034597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/2007/12/green.html' title='Green'/><author><name>Mickey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676953569507249611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i2RAa_cmYrQ/Ruo2LMnPhII/AAAAAAAAAAU/JT1ei1P0MVA/s320/Arnhem+283sml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584113353351595953.post-3702731728991331507</id><published>2007-12-17T12:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-17T12:44:05.819+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wind-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prodigious, vigorous, swift,&lt;br /&gt;Mighty Wind God blew&lt;br /&gt;Over the huge mountains.&lt;br /&gt;Forests fell, trees flew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Monkey he saw.&lt;br /&gt;Clinging to a branch of tree.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the Wind God,&lt;br /&gt;Awestricken, dazed was she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey and the Wind God&lt;br /&gt;Were in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;They danced over the hills,&lt;br /&gt;Swam in sea, the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But came dawn, he told her,&lt;br /&gt;His job was such he can't stay.&lt;br /&gt;Being the Wind, he had to move.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving her he went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left alone she wept for days,&lt;br /&gt;She had dreamt of marrying.&lt;br /&gt;It was Wind's love child,&lt;br /&gt;She knew she was carrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurtured his seed for months&lt;br /&gt;Son of Wind thus took birth.&lt;br /&gt;Hail Pawanputra Hanuman!!&lt;br /&gt;Strongest Monkey on earth!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584113353351595953-3702731728991331507?l=mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3702731728991331507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584113353351595953&amp;postID=3702731728991331507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/3702731728991331507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/3702731728991331507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/2007/12/wind-2.html' title='Wind-2'/><author><name>Mickey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676953569507249611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i2RAa_cmYrQ/Ruo2LMnPhII/AAAAAAAAAAU/JT1ei1P0MVA/s320/Arnhem+283sml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584113353351595953.post-5670405671956401112</id><published>2007-12-17T12:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-17T12:43:07.139+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wind-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Wind some cloth dipped in oil over his tail"&lt;/i&gt; roared the Mighty King &lt;i&gt;"and set it on fire"&lt;/i&gt;. The demon brought a piece of cloth and started to wind over the Monkeys tail. The Monkey closed his eyes and smiled. His tail started to grow.&lt;span style="font-size: 0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Bring more clothes&lt;/i&gt;", shouted the king. Demons kept winding cloths and his tail kept growing, till all the cloth of the city was wound over his tail. Someone then lit his tail. The Monkey jumped to the top of the palace. He invoked the Wind God, his father. Soon strong wind started to blow from all directions, and the fire spread like jungle fire. The City of Gold was reduced to ash in no time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584113353351595953-5670405671956401112?l=mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/feeds/5670405671956401112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584113353351595953&amp;postID=5670405671956401112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/5670405671956401112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/5670405671956401112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/2007/12/wind-1.html' title='Wind-1'/><author><name>Mickey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676953569507249611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i2RAa_cmYrQ/Ruo2LMnPhII/AAAAAAAAAAU/JT1ei1P0MVA/s320/Arnhem+283sml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584113353351595953.post-4374763474281282633</id><published>2007-12-17T12:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-17T12:42:27.172+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wizard</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;F1&lt;/b&gt;", &lt;i&gt;the SMS from Dr. Saab said.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it" &lt;i&gt;Dr. Michele called back.&lt;br /&gt;Saab was the new computer savvy neurosurgeon in our hospital, always talking about gigabytes, networking, Blogs and PowerPoint Wizards.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mickey, I am baffled with this sarcoma patient. He is not responding to any treatment."&lt;br /&gt;"Try Radiotherapy"&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't work"&lt;br /&gt;"Four drug chemotherapy"&lt;br /&gt;"Had to stop because of side effects"&lt;br /&gt;"Then go in for surgical removal"&lt;br /&gt;"The tumor is very huge, Mickey, I have no experience with such types"&lt;br /&gt;"Then &lt;b&gt;F1&lt;/b&gt; will not bail you out, Saab, what you need is a &lt;b&gt;Wizard&lt;/b&gt;. Shift him to OR-8. I will be there in 30 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dr. Michele Jordan, the wizard of neurosurgery, was getting ready for another challenging surgery&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="border-style: none none double; padding: 0in 0in 1pt;"&gt;  &lt;p style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Wizard'/><author><name>Mickey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676953569507249611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i2RAa_cmYrQ/Ruo2LMnPhII/AAAAAAAAAAU/JT1ei1P0MVA/s320/Arnhem+283sml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584113353351595953.post-8646171281220137097</id><published>2007-12-17T12:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-17T12:41:14.489+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Princess was coming to Sydney for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;A grand reception was awaiting her arrival at the harbor.&lt;br /&gt;A huge crowd had gathered for a glimpse of her.&lt;br /&gt;They said she was very beautiful, most elegant and graceful.&lt;br /&gt;I had never seen a royal beauty since I came to town from the jungles.&lt;br /&gt;So I sat on a branch of the big banyan tree overhanging the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there was a big hullabaloo.&lt;br /&gt;I saw that a big ship was coming in our direction.&lt;br /&gt;It was a grand ship, very beautiful, most elegant and graceful.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for the regal lady on the ship,&lt;br /&gt;when I saw written on the bow of the ship,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Caribbean Princess"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584113353351595953-8646171281220137097?l=mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8646171281220137097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584113353351595953&amp;postID=8646171281220137097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link 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style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I longed for Jane at two in the night.&lt;br /&gt;How to reach her, that was my plight. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Couldn't use magic outside hogwarts, I knew.&lt;br /&gt;Desire overtook reason, out my wand I drew. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A big monkey I transfigured to, jumping on the trees.&lt;br /&gt;Into her room I entered, leaving behind all my worries. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Scared at first, she recognized my voice.&lt;br /&gt;I hugged and kissed the lady of my choice. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;In came her mother hearing the jangle.&lt;br /&gt;I jumped out, my wand on the table. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Whom were you talking", she scolded her.&lt;br /&gt;"What's that?" she took my wand with her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Since then I am hanging near her house, on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;God! When will I get my wand back and be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584113353351595953-1498814435264202290?l=mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1498814435264202290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584113353351595953&amp;postID=1498814435264202290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/1498814435264202290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/1498814435264202290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/2007/10/magic.html' title='Magic'/><author><name>Mickey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676953569507249611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i2RAa_cmYrQ/Ruo2LMnPhII/AAAAAAAAAAU/JT1ei1P0MVA/s320/Arnhem+283sml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584113353351595953.post-4703468116475093413</id><published>2007-10-03T22:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:13:24.859+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He was the master of conversation. He could talk on any subject. Steering the conversation from mundane to complex was a child's play for him. Page-3 socialites dreaded him. He could dig out their deepest secrets in a few tricky questions. He had a very special guest for tonight's show. He went to the studio unprepared, as usual. On the hot seat was a monkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Hello! Karan, I am Mickey."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Nice Coffee!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Have you seen my latest movie?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"How did you like my role?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"How was my chemistry with Jane?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"How about casting me in your next film?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The master conversationalist was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Err! Hello Sir" was all he could mutter to justify his talk show &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In Konversation with Karan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584113353351595953-4703468116475093413?l=mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4703468116475093413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584113353351595953&amp;postID=4703468116475093413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/4703468116475093413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/4703468116475093413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/2007/10/conversation.html' title='Conversation'/><author><name>Mickey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676953569507249611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i2RAa_cmYrQ/Ruo2LMnPhII/AAAAAAAAAAU/JT1ei1P0MVA/s320/Arnhem+283sml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584113353351595953.post-2683059455023039132</id><published>2007-10-03T22:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:12:28.307+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;It was early morning and I was still sleeping snugly on the mango tree, dreaming about Jane, when this noise woke me up. I scratched my back and yawned. Then I looked for the source of noise. To my utter horror, Jane was lying near the pond and was puking out. Her sister was by her side. In three jumps I reached beside her.&lt;br /&gt;"What happened darling", I asked, "you look sick".&lt;br /&gt;"You naughty ape, look what you did to my sister".&lt;br /&gt;"We only played some games, Linda. But why is she vomiting, she never ate any wild berries". "You foolish ape, this is morning sickness. You are going to become a father".&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely morning that was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584113353351595953-2683059455023039132?l=mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/feeds/2683059455023039132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584113353351595953&amp;postID=2683059455023039132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/2683059455023039132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/2683059455023039132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/2007/10/morning.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>Mickey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676953569507249611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i2RAa_cmYrQ/Ruo2LMnPhII/AAAAAAAAAAU/JT1ei1P0MVA/s320/Arnhem+283sml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584113353351595953.post-221582908903876991</id><published>2007-09-10T18:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-10T18:59:01.304+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-family: Arial;"&gt;I can never forget that smile.&lt;br /&gt;It certainly was a smile…&lt;br /&gt;She was in great pain.&lt;br /&gt;Her body was writhing,&lt;br /&gt;Almost convulsing.&lt;br /&gt;Face wet with sweat,&lt;br /&gt;Hairs disheveled,&lt;br /&gt;Teeth clenched,&lt;br /&gt;She cried in agony.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;The pain worsened,&lt;br /&gt;She went into a spasm&lt;br /&gt;Her fist gripped my hand tightly,&lt;br /&gt;A loud cry we heard,&lt;br /&gt;Lusty cry of a baby.&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me&lt;br /&gt;A brief glint in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Just for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Her lips curved upwards&lt;br /&gt;And the dimple in her cheeks deepened.&lt;br /&gt;It certainly was a smile….&lt;br /&gt;I can never forget that smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584113353351595953-221582908903876991?l=mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/feeds/221582908903876991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584113353351595953&amp;postID=221582908903876991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/221582908903876991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/221582908903876991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/2007/09/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Mickey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676953569507249611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i2RAa_cmYrQ/Ruo2LMnPhII/AAAAAAAAAAU/JT1ei1P0MVA/s320/Arnhem+283sml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584113353351595953.post-5777569601848584365</id><published>2007-09-10T18:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-10T18:54:33.678+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thakur Padam Singh was looking at his third bride, in utter disbelief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There she was lying, calmly in his flower-decorated bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ranno looked beautiful in the red banrasi sari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her face had a strange look of peace and agony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The chit he found under the bottle of rat poison was still in his hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You knew that I loved Lakhiya, still you forced my old father into marrying me to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You took fancy to my body, so here is my body for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feast on it and satisfy your hunger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But my soul belongs to Lakhiya and only he will have it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We will meet, if not in this life then in the next one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584113353351595953-5777569601848584365?l=mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/feeds/5777569601848584365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584113353351595953&amp;postID=5777569601848584365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/5777569601848584365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584113353351595953/posts/default/5777569601848584365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickey-peanuts.blogspot.com/2007/09/body.html' title='Body'/><author><name>Mickey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676953569507249611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i2RAa_cmYrQ/Ruo2LMnPhII/AAAAAAAAAAU/JT1ei1P0MVA/s320/Arnhem+283sml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
