<?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-2916818882102662886</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:33:10.974-08:00</updated><category term='Love Story'/><category term='Saif&apos;s Decision'/><category term='The End'/><category term='Avoiding'/><category term='Propose'/><title type='text'>END OF 10 YEARS OF LOVE</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog tells a true tragedical story</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentgoa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916818882102662886/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentgoa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vincent Rebello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01008155636553214157</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916818882102662886.post-8064394835326704026</id><published>2008-11-17T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T02:49:52.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Story'/><title type='text'>A True Tragedical Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In life there are lots of problems once we have taken birth on&lt;br /&gt; this earth our luck follows us with lots of good &amp;amp; bad things.I like to share a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;true tragedical love story  &amp;amp; after&lt;br /&gt; reading it please keep in mind not to hurt someone whom you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; have agreed that you love that person before &amp;amp;  leaving her after so many&lt;br /&gt;years just because of family.     There was a girl named by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; living with her family  happily. She was going for school at that age &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a Muslim boy  named by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saif  &lt;/span&gt;proposed her but she refused him by saying that this&lt;br /&gt;is not the right time to fall in love. But the boy didn’t&lt;br /&gt; listen to her &amp;amp; as usual heis to tease her &amp;amp; tried to impress her. As days past they&lt;br /&gt;became friends, they started sharing their views,&lt;br /&gt;opinions on certain topicswhich brought them closer. They were both happy with each others company.&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/2916818882102662886-8064394835326704026?l=vincentgoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916818882102662886/posts/default/8064394835326704026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916818882102662886/posts/default/8064394835326704026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentgoa.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-tragedical-love-story.html' title='A True Tragedical Love Story'/><author><name>Vincent Rebello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01008155636553214157</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916818882102662886.post-1602316412994219055</id><published>2008-11-17T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T02:46:40.590-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Propose'/><title type='text'>Saif Proposes To Sandra</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Saif, after completing his college decided to go out to do his&lt;br /&gt; Engineering as he was interested in doing it. So before going&lt;br /&gt; he again proposed Sandra, so this time Sandra answer was&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YES AT LAST&lt;/span&gt;. At the same time Sandra had also completed&lt;br /&gt; her school &amp;amp; took admission in Commerce stream.&lt;br /&gt;Over there she got good friends which were always&lt;br /&gt; helping her in everthing.When Sandra shared about her&lt;br /&gt; boyfriend to them they didn’t like it because he was out&lt;br /&gt;of religion. But Saif &amp;amp; Sandra were happy with each others&lt;br /&gt; behaviour, understanding power. Once Saif completed his&lt;br /&gt; Engineering he came back &amp;amp; started working as Engineer&lt;br /&gt; in one Construction Company. One day suddenly both the&lt;br /&gt; families came to known about their affairs &amp;amp; they disagree&lt;br /&gt;with the relationship of both. But the boy made a attempt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; to convince the girls family as he want to get marry to the girl.&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/2916818882102662886-1602316412994219055?l=vincentgoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916818882102662886/posts/default/1602316412994219055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916818882102662886/posts/default/1602316412994219055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentgoa.blogspot.com/2008/11/saif-proposes-to-sandra.html' title='Saif Proposes To Sandra'/><author><name>Vincent Rebello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01008155636553214157</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916818882102662886.post-2314138034957551706</id><published>2008-11-17T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T02:44:36.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avoiding'/><title type='text'>Saif Avoiding Sandra</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; As the years went the boy started taking own contracts of&lt;br /&gt; building homes, bungalows etc. At the same time he started&lt;br /&gt; ignoring the girl, but the girl thought the boy is busy due&lt;br /&gt; to his business,&amp;amp; he do not have time to talk nor to meet&lt;br /&gt; her.Inspite of getting angry on him she is to pray to GOD&lt;br /&gt; to give him good health so that he can earn more.&lt;br /&gt;But her friends always advice her to talk to him ask him&lt;br /&gt;when he his getting marry to her, at the same time the&lt;br /&gt; family also insisted on the same thing. It was almost 10 years&lt;br /&gt; of love which they were sharing for so long. At last the girl&lt;br /&gt; decided to talk to him so she called him up to meet him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; The boy first tries to ignore her but she try to call him.&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/2916818882102662886-2314138034957551706?l=vincentgoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916818882102662886/posts/default/2314138034957551706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916818882102662886/posts/default/2314138034957551706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentgoa.blogspot.com/2008/11/saif-avoiding-sandra.html' title='Saif Avoiding Sandra'/><author><name>Vincent Rebello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01008155636553214157</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916818882102662886.post-412996935293687396</id><published>2008-11-17T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T02:43:05.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saif&apos;s Decision'/><title type='text'>Saif's Decision For Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At last the boy came to meet her. She left her friend behind&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; walked with him forward &amp;amp; set with him. They both&lt;br /&gt; started talking to each other but the girl realized some&lt;br /&gt; changes in his talk &amp;amp; his behavior’s she asked him what&lt;br /&gt; happened why so much of changes in you? The boy after&lt;br /&gt;keeping quiet for a while started telling her all that she have&lt;br /&gt; to do after getting marry to him, she said ok but last thing&lt;br /&gt;which he said she didn’t agree to that i.e. the boy told the&lt;br /&gt;girl once they are married she is not suppose to go home&lt;br /&gt;nor her family members are allowed to come to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;The girl asked the boy whether this is his decision or his family.&lt;br /&gt;The boy answered his family. So the boy putted all the burden&lt;br /&gt; on her &amp;amp; asked her to take a decision whether she is ready&lt;br /&gt; for the above thing &amp;amp; let him known about her decision &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt; they walked backed to her friend. Once they reached to&lt;br /&gt; her friend, friend after looking both of them asked them&lt;br /&gt; what had happened. The boy told&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/2916818882102662886-412996935293687396?l=vincentgoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916818882102662886/posts/default/412996935293687396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916818882102662886/posts/default/412996935293687396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentgoa.blogspot.com/2008/11/saifs-decision-for-family.html' title='Saif&apos;s Decision For Family'/><author><name>Vincent Rebello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01008155636553214157</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916818882102662886.post-3482376187175677177</id><published>2008-11-16T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T02:41:10.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The End'/><title type='text'>End Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy told everything to her friend but the friend was shocked to&lt;br /&gt;hear about it. The friend ask the boy why you are not&lt;br /&gt;ready to leave your family &amp;amp; stay separate with her, was&lt;br /&gt;this your 10 years of love which you shared with my friend?&lt;br /&gt;At any cost the boy was not ready at all to make some&lt;br /&gt;scarifies from his side. Sandra bitterly cried at the boy’s&lt;br /&gt;decision. Then her friend explain her not to cry for a person&lt;br /&gt;who doesn’t care for your tears, think that it was a strong&lt;br /&gt;storm which came &amp;amp; take way all your dirt in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;After &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;her friends &amp;amp; family advice, the girl decided not to go&lt;br /&gt;forward with him. So this was the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;END OF 10 YEARS OF LOVE.&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/2916818882102662886-3482376187175677177?l=vincentgoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916818882102662886/posts/default/3482376187175677177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916818882102662886/posts/default/3482376187175677177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentgoa.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-love.html' title='End Of Love'/><author><name>Vincent Rebello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01008155636553214157</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></entry></feed>
