<?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-7797093242509642047</id><updated>2012-01-16T11:36:54.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhythm of My Heart..</title><subtitle type='html'>Just as the beats in my heart.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigigeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797093242509642047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigigeorge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059002490223290361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8TP-hhVqow/Tue9XEW0Q4I/AAAAAAAAAmI/dJ5yFVbc_6A/s220/230.PNG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797093242509642047.post-8871861736556412613</id><published>2011-12-13T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T11:21:34.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of a little girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EJjO91yHnb8/TufOzPtf_nI/AAAAAAAAAoA/4aKr71P64oU/s1600/cyrusfather_daughter_by_cyrusmuller.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EJjO91yHnb8/TufOzPtf_nI/AAAAAAAAAoA/4aKr71P64oU/s640/cyrusfather_daughter_by_cyrusmuller.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No matter where I go.. I will never forget the place where I born and brought up.. memories of a wounder full time.. &amp;nbsp;Its no where else but my home.. My heaven.!! In other way where my family lives.. I can't &amp;nbsp;live without them.. Specially without my Papa.. Its not a normal parent -child relation we had.. actually he is my first best friend.. who open my eyes every morning with a smile.. I can't remember a single day in my life I wake up without his wake up call.. I can still remember every thing he did for me to wake me up every morning.. talking to me something am interested so that I open my eyes and talks to him forgetting about my sleep.. yeah it was one of his oldest tricks.. once I found that one he switched the idea with rolling me in bed pretending like he is trying to make me sleep.. Waking me up each morning with his charming smile and take me in his hands so that I wont run back and sleep..... I cant tell since when..Papa.. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You are the greatest dad &amp;nbsp;in the world ever since I born..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You teach me how to talk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You teach me how to walk..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You teach me for what I should stand on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You been with me ever since i born&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You were there to send my scares away when i was little baby&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You were there to share my doubts when I was kid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You were there to hold my hand whenever my foots slipped&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You were there to teach me good and bad when I was a child&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You were there to share my dreams when I was a Little girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Each time i slipped you were there to hold me.. Papa Amma.. I love You both .. Papa you are my first best friend.... Sometimes i feel my parents are the greatest gift god gave me..!! GOD I just want my family with me till end of life.. That's my prayer, Pls be with me and hold my hand in your way lord to make them happy till the end of my life...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797093242509642047-8871861736556412613?l=gigigeorge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigigeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/8871861736556412613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gigigeorge.blogspot.com/2011/12/dreams-of-little-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797093242509642047/posts/default/8871861736556412613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797093242509642047/posts/default/8871861736556412613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigigeorge.blogspot.com/2011/12/dreams-of-little-girl.html' title='Dreams of a little girl...'/><author><name>Neha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059002490223290361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8TP-hhVqow/Tue9XEW0Q4I/AAAAAAAAAmI/dJ5yFVbc_6A/s220/230.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EJjO91yHnb8/TufOzPtf_nI/AAAAAAAAAoA/4aKr71P64oU/s72-c/cyrusfather_daughter_by_cyrusmuller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
