<?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-1359584687468988096</id><updated>2012-01-31T19:04:37.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>voices of feeble minds</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Teen Twins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16619689228303997724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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-1359584687468988096.post-1655033375128026684</id><published>2007-06-02T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T12:32:06.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatred ceased by Love</title><content type='html'>I don't know when my hatred for him was ceased by the eternal love. I was pestered by him. I even chided him many times. Though I behaved mischievously his lighthearted banter never took his heart up. He interpreted all my behaviors as a warm response from my side. Though my reply was always a 'no' to him, my friends vexed me with his name. His eyes always waited my entrance in the classroom. Though I had no interest on him, he used to attract my attention towards him in several ways. I don't mean that he was a bad guy but those days I gave no worth to his love.&lt;br /&gt;After my school life was over, I felt his love. I don't know when my cold reply to him changed into a warm one. Now I don't know in which part of the world he resides and how he is, however, his last word for me always throb in my heart- " You are my soul, with every breath I think of your grace, charm and innocence." Today I am waiting for his footsteps with my each heartbeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1359584687468988096-1655033375128026684?l=teentwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/feeds/1655033375128026684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1359584687468988096&amp;postID=1655033375128026684' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/1655033375128026684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/1655033375128026684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/2007/06/hatred-ceased-by-love.html' title='Hatred ceased by Love'/><author><name>Teen Twins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16619689228303997724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359584687468988096.post-1359607727943760509</id><published>2007-05-19T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T11:18:32.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creations of Science</title><content type='html'>Our civilization is the history of the growth of science. Science has got command over all disciplines of the society. It deals about the structure and behavior of natural and physical world, based on facts that we can prove, for example by experiments. It is the knowledge obtained by examining and seeing how things work. Science has brought immense development on the face of the earth. Wherever we go we see the creations of science. It has removed many of our sufferings. In the past, people had a concept of 'What cannot be cured must be endured.' The development of medical science is of great importance to us. In the past, people suffered from various diseases like leprosy, malaria, tuberculosis, etc. But now treatment of such diseases is easily available. Transportation is another gift of science that has made us easier to travel from one place to another. Electricity is another gift of science that turns a night into a day within a second. Science has provided many things for pleasure and entertainment like music system, TV, radio, etc. Life becomes charmless and empty without such things. Computer is another remarkable gift of science. Communication has become possible to distant places because of the facilities of e-mail, Internet, telephone, etc. So, the works have become easier and more convenient.&lt;br /&gt;  Actually, science is the art of creation and discovery. It has become a subject of great interest to almost all the people in today's world. Science has disclosed many mysteries of the universe. Launching of artificial satellites has extended our mind towards the universe.&lt;br /&gt; But it is a thing of grief to say that the people have misused the creations of science. The two World Wars showed that science is very destructive but it is the human himself who makes science destructive by his misdeeds. Thus, science becomes a good servant for those who utilize its service and a bad master for those who misuse it. Science is always in the service of man so lets make its best use and give our minds for new inventions and discoveries that shall benefit all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1359584687468988096-1359607727943760509?l=teentwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/feeds/1359607727943760509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1359584687468988096&amp;postID=1359607727943760509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/1359607727943760509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/1359607727943760509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/2007/05/creations-of-science.html' title='Creations of Science'/><author><name>Teen Twins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16619689228303997724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359584687468988096.post-1358249917925470097</id><published>2007-03-24T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T09:10:24.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Energy Crisis</title><content type='html'>Energy is the ability to put effort and enthusiasm into an activity, work, etc. It is a source of power, such as fuel, used for driving machines, providing heat, etc. Energy plays a vital role in life. The sources of energy occur in nature. The global energy crisis is now entering a new phase. Its role in the development of humanity is ever increasing. At the same time the technologies in practice are on the verge of large changes. Today it is essential to make a sharp turn towards the intensification of energy productions, creation of technologies, protection of natural resources and so on to ensure the increase of productivity and economic growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deterioration of the energy products in the world has aroused an unprecedented interest in the problems of energy supply among governments, different international organizations, researches, institution and individual scholar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The development of nuclear power industry and the prospects of harnessing thermo-nuclear energy practically lift the limitations on the growth of the earth's energy base for the several centuries to come. In this manner no "energy hunger" threatens mankind. The development of power engineering in Asian, African and Latin American countries is a subject of special concern, whereas now they account for less than 25% of world energy consumption. There are challenges in the use of nuclear energy and indeed plenty of difficulties. For instance some nations do not use nuclear energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The global energy scenario portrays a grim picture of the things to come. One-estimate shows that oil is being used 8 - 10 million barrels per day. In about 40 – 50 years time this all resources will vanish. With the present rate of consumption this will last for another one and a half century. The developing countries too seem to be competing in draining their fossils reserves for short time gains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also it is feared that any short-term abandonment of nuclear power would endanger electricity supply and so on. There is very little doubt that very large quantities of uranium remain to be discovered. However, the economic price to be paid would be too high and politically unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before entering into any detailed debate, it should be borne in mind that even orientation of well-tested and reliable technologies requires the mobilization of considerable resources of developing countries. The development of a policy for the advancement of world power engineering is a difficult but perfectly realistic business, which requires joint effort of all countries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1359584687468988096-1358249917925470097?l=teentwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/feeds/1358249917925470097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1359584687468988096&amp;postID=1358249917925470097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/1358249917925470097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/1358249917925470097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/2007/03/energy-crisis.html' title='Energy Crisis'/><author><name>Teen Twins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16619689228303997724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359584687468988096.post-160732900444471473</id><published>2007-03-24T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T09:06:11.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guff Gaff</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not ask God why he has given you a forgetful mind because there are some things, which are better to forget.&lt;br /&gt; A smile costs nothing but gives much; it enriches those who receive without making poorer those who give&lt;br /&gt;Education is the input that discloses the concealed life.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a short play. Execute it properly. Everyone will appreciate you.&lt;br /&gt;A balance does not measure the aptitude of an individual.&lt;br /&gt;Education is to serve not to gulp.&lt;br /&gt;A good guideline in life leads to success.&lt;br /&gt;Better to use 'we and our' than ' me and mine'.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your soul's voice; it is the mightiest.&lt;br /&gt;Utilize your time as much as you can when it is in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Always do your works without the assessment of the dead past and indecisive future.&lt;br /&gt;Take your act as your consent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1359584687468988096-160732900444471473?l=teentwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/feeds/160732900444471473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1359584687468988096&amp;postID=160732900444471473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/160732900444471473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/160732900444471473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/2007/03/guff-gaff.html' title='Guff Gaff'/><author><name>Teen Twins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16619689228303997724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359584687468988096.post-5797445725493894129</id><published>2007-03-24T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T09:04:34.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pillars of Success</title><content type='html'>Success and failures are the two aspects of human life. They are just like the two sides of a coin. A man is always happy with his success and obviously sad in his failure. The proverb means that success comes through failures or failure is the mother of success. The foundation of success becomes stronger only when it passes through many failures or obstacles. Failures are like the struggles of life. A man who has struggled a lot in life is able to face any difficulty. Likewise failure makes a man more devoted towards his duty. So, we should not discourage ourselves with our failures. When we fail once, we have the experience of failure. We learn by experience in second attempt. Our experience makes us wiser and bolder. Then, there will be the foundation of success. In fact success depends upon wisdom and self-confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should not take the proverb in its literal meaning. It doesn't mean to say that a man has to fail in order to succeed or it also doesn't mean that the more a man fails, the more sure will be his success. However, failures should not discourage us. Failures should not be taken negatively. They should make our will stronger to act with greater determination for success. We should take failures as the inspiration for success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we fail in exam we are upset, when we fail in an interview we are upset, when we fail to persuade somebody we are upset but actually these are not our failures instead an attempt towards success. There are many examples in the history to prove that failures are the pillars of success. Robert Bruce, king of Scotland fought many battles, but was defeated every time. He took his failure as an inspiration and finally succeeded. We must know the causes of our failure. Sometimes we fail because of our own carelessness or fault. Sometimes we fail for our nervousness. We fear failure before it actually happens. So, we are bound to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success depends upon the labor of a person and his mental quality. A person must know how to succeed in life. To achieve success we must be hard working. We have to attempt again and again for success and never beware of working hard. We should have courage and the will to succeed. We should not accept defeat at any cost. We will lose the battle of life if we feel defeated. We must be optimistic in life. Pessimistic people discourage themselves and are always defeated in life. We have to accept the challenge with determination and bravery. Of course failures are unpleasant things. But they point the way to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, failures upsets us at times making us disappointed and defeated, we must have a strong spirit and undefeatable desire for victory in life. Whenever we fail to succeed in our life we should remember the proverb that failures are the pillars of success. In fact failures are not failures but a "gateway to success".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1359584687468988096-5797445725493894129?l=teentwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/feeds/5797445725493894129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1359584687468988096&amp;postID=5797445725493894129' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/5797445725493894129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/5797445725493894129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/2007/03/pillars-of-success.html' title='Pillars of Success'/><author><name>Teen Twins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16619689228303997724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359584687468988096.post-2570198356133828497</id><published>2007-03-04T18:07:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T18:08:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Rights</title><content type='html'>As the day begins with the rise of the sun, the world also begins with the birth of a child. Thus, children are the world makers. They are the future leaders and the glory of the nation. The future of the world depends on the future of the children. They are the ones who lead the country in the path of progress and prosperity. Therefore, they need good environment from childhood. They require the atmosphere of reconciliation. A house without a child is just like a classroom without a board. Then a great question arises- how does a child come to street and become a street child? This question may arise in the mind of many people but it soon is dissolved because none of the people yet have been able to solve this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Not all the children of the world get favorable environment for their proper growth and development. Being depressed by family members, household, financial problems and many other reasons including excitement of leading the city life, they are forced to live a life of misery and poverty. Thus, they come to street and become street children. Some of them may turn to drug addicts or are indulged in child labour. In the context of our country, there are many such instances. Every year many children (mostly from Terai) run to India in the hope of getting employment and earning a lot. Out of them many are sold to circus. Some of them may turn to prostitution. Many children under 14 are exploited as slave in the name of servant where they are compelled to live a life of misery and harassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universal Children's day is celebrated every 20th of November. This encourages children and they feel a kind of responsibility towards the nation. So, we must extend different kinds of programs for the welfare of the children and to bring familiarity on them. Recently Sinamangal has been recognized as 'Free from Child Labour'. This is also an example of a pace towards the progress and prosperity of the nation.&lt;br /&gt;       For the upliftment of children, we must eliminate child exploitation by making protocol rules and providing moral education to the families. If we can bring good impact on the children, they become men of character in future. The children are like the pots of the potters and may be shaped as we wish. That's why, let's echo the whole world with our tender voice that should convey the message, 'Protect the children and safeguard their rights'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1359584687468988096-2570198356133828497?l=teentwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/feeds/2570198356133828497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1359584687468988096&amp;postID=2570198356133828497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/2570198356133828497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/2570198356133828497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/2007/03/child-rights.html' title='Child Rights'/><author><name>Teen Twins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16619689228303997724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359584687468988096.post-4453539881448123895</id><published>2007-03-04T18:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T18:07:40.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Lover</title><content type='html'>Today I am living in the dearth of love and company. What I have are loneliness and dejection. But I used not to be like this always. I had dreamt of bright future. One day she came into my life. She came as a waft of breeze and took every happiness of my life as a raging storm.&lt;br /&gt; That day I was being late to college. I hurriedly stopped a bus and by destiny I sat beside her. Both of us were pensive. Her starry eyes were looking at me time and again. Then she asked me, -"What's the time?" I said,-"It's 10:30. She was looking very hasty. I had never thought that this short conversation would make my life deplorable and distressing. In this way, I often started meeting her in bus. Within few weeks we chatted away as if we knew each other for many years. And I did not know, when our hearts became one life. My love for her became deeper than sea and broader than sky. For me to live without her became like a swimming fish kept over a hot land.&lt;br /&gt;  Both of us were students of science. I was the student of Microbiology and she had aimed to become a doctor. After two years, she went to Bangladesh to study MBBS. To live without her for five and half years was difficult but I was exultant of her bright future. Time passed. I completed my study. I was waiting for her arrival and our blissful union. On the meantime I heard of a plane crash and her demise. I was profoundly shocked and distressed hearing such heart-rending news. I became thoughtless. I started wandering deliriously as a loafer.&lt;br /&gt;  Today eight years have passed but I haven't been able to forget her. I always wait for night so that I can dream about her. I have become lonely. What I have today is only my shadow that walks with me in daylight and again makes me lonely in the darkness. And the sweet memories that I had with her. She made me her crazy lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1359584687468988096-4453539881448123895?l=teentwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/feeds/4453539881448123895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1359584687468988096&amp;postID=4453539881448123895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/4453539881448123895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/4453539881448123895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/2007/03/crazy-lover.html' title='Crazy Lover'/><author><name>Teen Twins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16619689228303997724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359584687468988096.post-8393728306585605331</id><published>2007-02-14T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T08:49:27.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Time passes day by day,&lt;br /&gt;What is the day after today?&lt;br /&gt;It is only tomorrow-&lt;br /&gt;That has made the world to grow ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I shall do the work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;She will come tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;However, comes tomorrow never.&lt;br /&gt;Has anybody caught it ever ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Is tomorrow just a day?&lt;br /&gt;Or just outstanding due left to pay?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow shows our future.&lt;br /&gt;And now it has become our culture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1359584687468988096-8393728306585605331?l=teentwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/feeds/8393728306585605331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1359584687468988096&amp;postID=8393728306585605331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/8393728306585605331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/8393728306585605331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/2007/02/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Teen Twins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16619689228303997724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359584687468988096.post-8157611113409041461</id><published>2007-02-14T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T08:44:25.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>words of wisdom</title><content type='html'>Turning scars into stars is a difficult job but your labor makes it possible. We do not know whether there are lines in our palms or not but we have to curve all those unseen lines as Alexander the Great did. Life is not a dressed rehearsal. We have got only one shirt. If you desire to make a grand success and make your life and career an immense triumph, work hard, have patience and one day you can taste the intense glittering victory of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1359584687468988096-8157611113409041461?l=teentwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/feeds/8157611113409041461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1359584687468988096&amp;postID=8157611113409041461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/8157611113409041461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/8157611113409041461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/2007/02/words-of-wisdom.html' title='words of wisdom'/><author><name>Teen Twins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16619689228303997724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359584687468988096.post-510041777057127188</id><published>2007-02-08T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:04:55.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Education</title><content type='html'>Education is the pathway to treasure.&lt;br /&gt;Education is the gateway to pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Education awakens the sleeping spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Education is the quality of merit.&lt;br /&gt;Education is the dignity of simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;Education is the wisdom of economy. &lt;br /&gt;Education is the bread of soul.&lt;br /&gt;Education is important to all.&lt;br /&gt;Education shows the value of time.&lt;br /&gt;Education tells not to do any crime.&lt;br /&gt;Education gives knowledge excess. &lt;br /&gt;Education finally gives success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1359584687468988096-510041777057127188?l=teentwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/feeds/510041777057127188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1359584687468988096&amp;postID=510041777057127188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/510041777057127188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/510041777057127188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/2007/02/education.html' title='Education'/><author><name>Teen Twins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16619689228303997724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359584687468988096.post-8546847957287084836</id><published>2007-02-05T09:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:05:54.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dowry</title><content type='html'>Dowry is a system of giving money or property in the form of gift by a family to another family when a boy and a girl of the families are married to each other. The bride's family can give dowry to the bridegroom's family or by the bridegroom's family to the bride's family. But in the context of Nepal the bride's family generally gives dowry to the bridegroom's family. There are many evils prevailing in our society. The dowry system is one of them. Even though it is modern era, the dowry system has badly rooted our society. Almost every family with a girl child has the fear of this system because it is sure that sooner or later they have to face this problem. A Nepali girl is not like a Western girl. She cannot choose a husband for herself. In the Eastern society marriage means business. The "business" in which the life of a girl is at stake. In marriage market life of a person is sold and bought. The better is the boy the higher is the price.  &lt;br /&gt; Dowry system has its own history. During past time her family gave dowry as a keepsake for the bride. The family could give anything at their wish. But slowly with the change of time the demand began to be enlarged and the form of giving keepsake changed to the "evil dowry". Through dowry, we try to buy a good husband for the girl. We want to make her life happy through dowry, which now has taken an ugly turn. Money plays a leading role in today's marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The system of giving dowry has become a curse for the bride's family. The birth of a girl in the family is sad news. It is all because of the dowry system. Some girls of poor family who cannot afford for enough dowry for the bridegroom's family are even burnt alive or murdered mercilessly. The girl has to suffer a lot if the boy's demands are not fulfilled. The girl's family has to face all kinds of insults and sufferings. The boy's family wants the girl's father to spend more and more and make the marriage ceremony a high grade one. Since the birth of a girl child in the family, the father starts saving rupee by rupee, yet the marriage market is higher. Sometimes the girl's family is forced to take loans or to sell land and house. Even though the government has fixed a limited amount to deal as dowry, the bride's family is badly affected by the demand of unlimited amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This wretched system has to be rooted out from our society because it is that evil which has made the lives of many innocent girls a "hell". We should encourage marriage without dowry. We have to make aware to the people about the impacts of this system because dowry taking and giving both are sins. We have to root out this evil and reform our society. Let our young boys and girls come forward and accept the challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1359584687468988096-8546847957287084836?l=teentwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/feeds/8546847957287084836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1359584687468988096&amp;postID=8546847957287084836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/8546847957287084836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/8546847957287084836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/2007/02/dowry.html' title='Dowry'/><author><name>Teen Twins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16619689228303997724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359584687468988096.post-2190548982475791669</id><published>2007-02-03T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T22:01:23.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a fairy tale</title><content type='html'>He didnt wait for the auspicious 14th of the month to hand over the mythical red rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told her about his dreams, dreams where he took her to his house; to those walls where he as a child marked his height with bricks; to those corners where he would play hide'n-seek with his buddies;trees that grew guava and peach; his dog; and he told her she were a part of those dreams. He told her she was the one he loved, felt comfortable in front of and adored with purest of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would have flattered prettiest of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wasnt Els touched? First off, she knew boys too good to be carried away with fancy sentences. Sweet words hide sharp teeth. And she had been bitten once. "Saying I love you would be an understatement"- a voice echoed in her head. It was that of a mongolean boy she was committed to in high school. He had given her dreams, and had left her to go abroad. That had left her shattered. She had vowed not to fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this new guy was down on his knees. She looked at him. He had innocuous eyes that reavealed a lot of passion. His voice had authority of a learned man.&lt;br /&gt;"Why me ? Why now ?" , she asked. They had known eachother for long.&lt;br /&gt;"Because you are my destiny", he continued, "I will be 26 in weeks now, and you too will be 25 in a couple of months. Who are we fooling, we are not teens. As individuals, we are free to make our own choice. I can wait for you if you need time, and I can walk my own way if you are not interested." He said it with full control and conviction." I might not be diplomatic, but I sure am practical." His voice was full of sincerety.&lt;br /&gt;"You should become a writer", she tried to thaw the environment with a bit of a smile.&lt;br /&gt;"Only if you agree to be my proof-reader", he replied.&lt;br /&gt;"I'd be glad to." She said and took the rose from his hand and kept it in her bag.&lt;br /&gt;Rest is a fairy tale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1359584687468988096-2190548982475791669?l=teentwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/feeds/2190548982475791669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1359584687468988096&amp;postID=2190548982475791669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/2190548982475791669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/2190548982475791669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/2007/02/fairy-tale.html' title='a fairy tale'/><author><name>Teen Twins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16619689228303997724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359584687468988096.post-1316732586891819230</id><published>2007-02-01T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T11:23:23.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adolescence</title><content type='html'>This piece was written down a long ago in my diary. Looking back, Im glad I was a good adolescent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adolescence is the period of transition from childhood to adulthood. It is the period between the ages of thirteen to nineteen. In this period, we have to make our future and aim to achieve towards our goal or target. In adolescence, if we are in good company, we can build our character but if we fall in evil company we may spoil our life. So, it is often said that adolescence is 'the period of storm and stress.' We are blind in this stage and we do not see the petty follies we commit.  Therefore, we must control our deeds and ourselves and be aloof from vulgar activities.  Adolescents are fervent or enthusiastic. They are ready to overcome any type of challenge and risk. They want to prove themselves the best. It is in this period that they are attracted towards their opposite sexes and fall in love.  As our ardour is more in adolescence, it is the period to make our future and do something that is praiseworthy. Adolescence is the imperative part of life so we should utilize this period and make it fruitful throughout the life. Life is worth living and it becomes worthier if we earn name, fame and glory. Therefore, lets contribute our zeal towards new creations that shall help us to achieve fruitful results and benefit all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1359584687468988096-1316732586891819230?l=teentwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/feeds/1316732586891819230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1359584687468988096&amp;postID=1316732586891819230' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/1316732586891819230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/1316732586891819230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/2007/02/adolescence.html' title='Adolescence'/><author><name>Teen Twins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16619689228303997724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359584687468988096.post-5325590972615578047</id><published>2007-01-31T09:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:23:54.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>story, i made it up</title><content type='html'>I was on the way to my college. Suddenly, my eyes stopped when I saw her. Her eyes also stopped on me. My heart delighted that time when she entered the same college. I was stunned by her beauty. Her eyes seemed so innocent as if those eyes haven't ever seen the worries of the world. When I stared at those innocent eyes, I was really drowned upon her. Such feelings have never aroused to me but why it happened today I couldn't understand myself. The limitation of my happiness became unending when she said to me," where is the B.A. 1st year's class"?  I was startled then I told her," it's my first day too let's see together. Then we were in class. I asked her name. She said, "Anima". I became so contented when I only knew her name.I was so impressed by her style of everything. In the very short conversation I was indulged in her innocuous behavior. On parting at college, she said to me," what is your view about life?" I simply answered the span between birth and death is life. Being emotional she said," Within this definition of life thousands of definitions are hidden". Saying this she parted from my way. I dipped in her view she was cent percent correct. When I reached home, I remembered her innocuous looks, her sentiment and emotions. When I turn the pages of book I remember face. I had heard that it happens in love. Was I in love with her? I couldn't understand myself. That night passed with her thoughts. The next day I went to college. Rather than to study perhaps I was going to meet her. It felt as if after several years' departure I was going to meet her. My eyes were prepared to welcome her entry. That day she did not come. The next day also I waited but she did not come. In this way days became month and months year but she did not come. Three years passed and my Bachelor level also finished, even though I was not tired of waiting her.   One day on my way to home, my eyes stroke a girl. These were the same eyes that touched my heart. Yes, I recognized her. She was my Anima. She also recognized me but she lowered her eyes when she saw me. I was shocked when I saw the scarlet Sindoor anointing between her forehead and the cord of limit on her neck. She came nearer to me and said," how are you?" I heard some nostalgic tunes in her voice. "And what about…" I couldn't complete my sentence. She hurriedly replied," I will go, my child must be waiting my arrival."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1359584687468988096-5325590972615578047?l=teentwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/feeds/5325590972615578047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1359584687468988096&amp;postID=5325590972615578047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/5325590972615578047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/5325590972615578047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/2007/01/story-i-made-it-up.html' title='story, i made it up'/><author><name>Teen Twins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16619689228303997724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359584687468988096.post-2876480759018746084</id><published>2007-01-31T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:28:11.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO AM I?</title><content type='html'>I do not know who I am&lt;br /&gt;But I know, I am a poor disabled porter&lt;br /&gt;My life is made only for others better&lt;br /&gt;I understand I am the god's creature&lt;br /&gt;But I always have empty pitcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is like a burning candle&lt;br /&gt;This is always counted in bundle&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I am the candle that burns only for others&lt;br /&gt;But about itself never bothers&lt;br /&gt;My life is like a sold flower&lt;br /&gt;This is without strength and power&lt;br /&gt;Only for others which blooms&lt;br /&gt;But being itself uncared it dooms&lt;br /&gt;I am a man who is always in rag&lt;br /&gt;I seem like a wrinkled leather bag&lt;br /&gt;Because I work hard for a little joy&lt;br /&gt;My poverty has made me like children's toy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1359584687468988096-2876480759018746084?l=teentwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/feeds/2876480759018746084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1359584687468988096&amp;postID=2876480759018746084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/2876480759018746084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/2876480759018746084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-am-i.html' title='WHO AM I?'/><author><name>Teen Twins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16619689228303997724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359584687468988096.post-8775944172131252319</id><published>2007-01-31T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T08:48:10.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature</title><content type='html'>Nature is all the animals and plants and other things in the world, which are not made by the people and thought to be endowed upon us by the mysterious divine power known as God. Generally beauty of an object is good part of it, which gives us better impression, and we get certain delight with emotions after seeing the objects. So, we often say, -"Beauty is to see not to touch." There is no doubt that nature has offered us many beautiful things, on seeing which we get enthralled mentally and emotionally.   Everybody likes the undying and heart winning beauty of nature. The beauty of nature is beyond description. There are beautiful lakes, rivers, cascades, seas, oceans, etc. that have decorated the whole universe as a bride. Green hills and snow- clad mountains are too crème de la crème on the Earth's landscape. If we go and see such enchanting places, certainly we forget all our sorrows and ugly parts of our life. People who are in the cobweb of materialistic and mechanical life die for seeing the beautiful things like these. So, every year many tourists visit different parts of the world such as Grand Canyon (U.S.A.), Niagara Falls (U.S.A.), Mt. Everest (Nepal) and so on just for the sake of slaking the thirst of their dried up eyes.   Man, the dictator of the Earth, has created many beautiful artificial things but yet failure he has not been able to transcend the natural beautiful things. It would be no exaggeration to say that every beautiful natural thing reflects the charm of God. Emotionally touched and overwhelmed poets cannot stop composing beautiful poems about attractive natural objects. The call of natural beauty tempts every one of us. Green forests, blooming flowers, animals, birds and we human beings too are the beautiful parts of nature. We may get bored seeing the artificial things, however, beautifully they are made but never do we get satisfied having the exulting vision of natural things. All and sundry love the shining sun, the twinkling stars and the silvery moon. Such natural beauties have been contributing the beautiful tributes since the time immemorial.   But it is a thing of grief to say that such fascinating beauties also in due course of time may fade away if we become careless. So, to maintain the beauties of nature we should conserve the environment.  "A thing of beauty is joy forever", says a famous poet Keats. That's why, let's echo the whole world with our tender voice that should convey the message, "Love nature, protect the beauties and safeguard the universe."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1359584687468988096-8775944172131252319?l=teentwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/feeds/8775944172131252319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1359584687468988096&amp;postID=8775944172131252319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/8775944172131252319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/8775944172131252319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/2007/01/nature.html' title='Nature'/><author><name>Teen Twins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16619689228303997724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359584687468988096.post-3527352501183754728</id><published>2007-01-31T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T08:46:42.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Day</title><content type='html'>I always waited for the next day. I always thought that I would propose him the next day but many days would pass and I could not succeed. I could not express my fathomless love to him. My eyes always lowered in front of him. In presence of him in my happiness had no bounds. He had vivacious and sagacious personality. He flashed a row of pearls as he smiled timidly and that time I felt I got all happiness of my life. He had become a part of my being with every breath. I waited for his footsteps with each heartbeat. When he spoke to me, his every word studded with jewels I cherished and echoed in the core of my heart. I could not express how elated I felt that time. I would again think to propose him the next day but I would be afraid if he rejected my proposal and my love turned to be the impulse of a moment. In this way, my three years in campus went on.After three years, I completed my graduation. Those days were strenuous and I was dreaded every time by what the next day might happen. For two months, I was in search of employment so I could not meet him. After two months, I went to a marriage party of a friend. That time I was profoundly shocked when my love had already become beloved of other. Tears nearly overflowed from my eyes. I hid my tears. Then I said to him, -"Congratulations! May your married life prosper and may luck kiss you in every step of your life."With a heavy heart and dejection I returned my home. To solace myself, I looked for my diary and pen, which I used to keep inside my bag. There I found a letter. He had written the letter and  had proposed me through the same letter. At the end he had written to reply by the next day. I became speechless. I had to hide my love in the mask of awful eternity-THE NEXT DAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1359584687468988096-3527352501183754728?l=teentwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/feeds/3527352501183754728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1359584687468988096&amp;postID=3527352501183754728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/3527352501183754728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/3527352501183754728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/2007/01/next-day.html' title='The Next Day'/><author><name>Teen Twins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16619689228303997724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1359584687468988096.post-6394213280564751299</id><published>2007-01-27T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T12:08:35.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your smile...</title><content type='html'>Your Smile…     "A smile costs nothing but gives much; it enriches those who receive without making poorer those who give."      For your one smile I can even give up my life. Yes, your single smile meant a lot for me. When you smile opening your heart, I feel as if the whole sky is smiling with me, exchanging love with me. If I see your delightful and smiling face, I feel as if the bare nature brought about by winter has been replaced by the beautiful spring. The nature is also purging love and smiling with your smile.     Whenever your eyes water, my soul also weeps that time. In your eyes I want to see the smiling shadows of your heart. The aim of my life fulfils only when I see you smiling from your soul. Your smile gives me enthusiasm, keeps my zeal alive, and dedicates me to my mission. It brings rest when I am weary, cheer when I am discouraged and sunshine when I am sad. I just wish the Almighty brought mountain-like smile in your lips. So, Mamma! Please smile from your heart because your smile gives me life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1359584687468988096-6394213280564751299?l=teentwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/feeds/6394213280564751299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1359584687468988096&amp;postID=6394213280564751299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/6394213280564751299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1359584687468988096/posts/default/6394213280564751299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentwin.blogspot.com/2007/01/your-smile.html' title='Your smile...'/><author><name>Teen Twins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16619689228303997724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
