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		<title>The Suitcase in the Attic</title>
		<link>http://www.vinni.in/2009/12/the-suitcase-in-the-attic/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 12:43:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Vinni</dc:creator>
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		</p>TweetThe suitcase in the attic My uncle called the other day frantically, to tell me about the suitcase I had forgotten at his place in all the hurry I had left for Hyderabad last year. There are a lot of clothes, one blanket, a muffler and even a camera. For a minute I was more [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Decide Already</title>
		<link>http://www.vinni.in/2009/05/decide-already/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 13:19:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Vinni</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vinni.co.in/?p=300</guid>
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		</p>TweetVinni asked me to write for his blog&#8230;for those of you that don&#8217;t know what kind of writing I do, I mostly write poems and about a few other things that cross my mind. But mostly it&#8217;s poems.  The first problem with this assignment was that I don&#8217;t write regularly&#8230;.i.e. sometimes I write a lot [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Story Teller</title>
		<link>http://www.vinni.in/2009/04/the-story-teller/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2009 08:45:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Vinni</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vinni.co.in/?p=290</guid>
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		</p>TweetWe used to go to Villivakkam once in two years. That was grandpa’s home. After retiring from the postal service, he had decided to settle for good on the outskirts of Madras. The house was quaint to say the least. There was a big veranda with Malipu (Jasmine) flowers, a small well behind the house, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Love &#8230; for Life</title>
		<link>http://www.vinni.in/2009/03/love-for-life/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 17:50:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Vinni</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vinni.co.in/?p=284</guid>
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		</p>TweetAngel has written a piece like this one after a very long time. This one is a dedication to the fantasy of most of the women (I am not the woman, I am Vinni). To be pampered, loved, surprised and be treated like a princess. The man here has no name and no face. Though [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Catches, Condoms and Commitment</title>
		<link>http://www.vinni.in/2009/01/catches-condoms-and-commitment/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2009 11:58:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Vinni</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Angelism]]></category>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vinni.co.in/?p=271</guid>
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		</p>Tweet A for apple&#8230; B for ball&#8230; C for&#8230;cat&#8230; also Commitment&#8230; Catches&#8230; Condoms&#8230; So the more I have known the human race, the more these words have intrigued me. I know I have a long way to go&#8230; but what the heck! I don’t mind sharing what I have learnt so far.  Catches &#8211; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Beauty and the dork</title>
		<link>http://www.vinni.in/2008/11/beauty-and-the-dork/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 17:29:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Vinni</dc:creator>
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		</p>TweetLet’s be honest. I was not the most sought after guy in school. I was the average guy, with large plastic spectacles, and a hairstyle like the good boys we see in movies. Neatly combed with coconut oil, and dripping wet. For a dork like me, that I landed with the hottest chick in school [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Rain and a sweater</title>
		<link>http://www.vinni.in/2008/11/rain-and-a-sweater/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 16:34:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Vinni</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vinni.co.in/?p=248</guid>
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		<img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc22/ca204valry/raindrops_large.jpg" width="240" />
		</p>TweetThe girl’s hostel was a few miles away from our campus. So whenever we had to meet them, we had to drive all the way there, pick them up and head places. One evening, a plan just happened and I was heading for a dinner date. It was a nice quiet dinner we had over [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>26</slash:comments>
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		<title>The Movie</title>
		<link>http://www.vinni.in/2008/11/the-movie/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2008 16:03:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Vinni</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vinni.co.in/?p=245</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[<p style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 15px; width:240px;">
		<img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc22/ca204valry/the-bird-takes-a-walk1-1.jpg" width="240" />
		</p>Tweet “Yeah sure, I’ll be there in 15 minutes, just leaving home”, I said as I locked the door. It was sunny Sunday afternoon, and I was looking forward to the movie I was going to see with her. There is a lot of history between us; and not just the memorable kinds. But something [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>41</slash:comments>
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		<title>The other way round</title>
		<link>http://www.vinni.in/2008/09/the-other-way-round/</link>
		<comments>http://www.vinni.in/2008/09/the-other-way-round/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 09:50:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Vinni</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vinni.co.in/?p=194</guid>
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		<img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc22/ca204valry/geeky-date-bouquet_CHA0024.jpg" width="240" />
		</p>TweetTrust me people, my life is not exciting enough to be posted on a blog and I do not want to list why, how, when etc&#8230; Anyhow, there are certain things that add adventure to my routine life. Things, that I have not seen many gals do and “conventionally” are not expected to do. No! [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>21</slash:comments>
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		<title>Clicked&#8230;.</title>
		<link>http://www.vinni.in/2008/09/clicked/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 10:08:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Vinni</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vinni.co.in/?p=156</guid>
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		<img src="http://desertthirst.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/4097887holding_hands.jpg" width="240" />
		</p>Tweet So me and Softie sat in the balcony of my sea facing house. We met after a long time and had a lot to catch up. I guess that is the most obvious thing women do when they meet . After talking about our tiny tots, the last gift given by our hubbies, how [...]]]></description>
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