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		<title>Kerala 1</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Part 2 of 2 Travelling with Aunty The next day we go for gold. The hotel concierge tells us where to shop, the best places for gold. A couple of men escort us, unsolicited, take us to a jewellery shop not far. It is as large as a warehouse. We walk up to the impressive [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Kerala 1</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Travelling with Aunty Geeta Village children call her Aunty Geeta, we call her AG. Aunty Geeta is five years older than me, and not my aunty. We are friends. Our parents, hers and mine, are from Kerala, a place known as ‘God’s Own Country’. Our grand parents had shared the same village. AG wants to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Pakistan Floods August 2010</title>
		<description><![CDATA[One Smiling Face It is being named as the worst floods in living memory of Pakistan. There is desperate need for rescue, shelter, clean water and food. Aid is rushing in from all over world with relief to help victims of this flood disaster. It is now the 2nd week into the disaster and Pakistan [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Hiroshima 65th Anniversary</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Hiroshima Remembered Today let there be this request: Please bequeath the universe to our children intact, in peace, and in love. Our moment has come to disarm nuclear weapons.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.leela.net/blog/?p=228</link>
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		<title>Black Storm</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Black Storm Butterflies never came today. Birds, plumage ruffled fly to nests urgent, swift, quiet. Small creatures scuttle and hide. Caterpillars cling to stems ceaseless munching. Thick dark sky descends. No scud of clouds. They, long gone, turned day to night moonless. Wind chimes swing hysterical. Un-staunched, gale blows churning steadfast bushes, tossing blossoms. A [...]]]></description>
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