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	<description>The Other Voice is not a Will-O-The-Wisp. It is Fiction wrapped in everyday life. It haunts like a woman`s laughter and is more difficult than a Child`s innocence. It is a Rainbow before tired eye-sights and the Lamp beneath the well.</description>
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		<title>No World Left for Tomorrow</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2010 19:12:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Isha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Well, for starters, you should visit the place that you never do- that&#8217;s the gym&#8221; he said, looking up from his wrinkled copy of &#8220;The Week&#8221;.
She stood there, the wet dish in her hand dripping soap suds onto her gloves into her sleeves.
&#8220;Well you asked,&#8221; he said, now getting pissed it was going to become an [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Watching the Sun come up for Air..</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 20:54:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Isha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[He wanted to paint the colors of the sunset in the dancing rivers. With his father beside him, he felt like a superhero though he could not walk much with a virus in his legs. And his hands made up for that, for the fingers danced in the canvas when he was happy, stroked higher [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Talk is Cheap</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 20:18:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Isha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[They rested, celebrated, found each other all over again in a cheap motel room that seemed as surprised in the hues of pink and magenta of their shadows.
She leaned closer to the side of the bed, lazy with the darkness looming in the curtains of the room. He was spinning verbal menageries like the spider [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Her Slow Ascent</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 18:27:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Isha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;She will remember your heart when men
are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.
Of all unicorns, she is the only one who knows what
regret is &#8211; and love.&#8221;
-Schmendrick
Her lips open part for the breaths, dissolving into the sweats and blood,
Her words are not powerful-her speech faltering and embarrassed
But she is sincere!
First- she has to tell [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Yellow Parachute</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 19:53:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Isha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A long dark alley stood before her, as she tried to put together her scattered self in the corridors of the hospital. Her beeper had gone twenty minutes before, and she had slept early hoping no distractions of the world coming to an end today. Two hours later, she find herself standing in the hospital, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Life is like an Ice-Cream..!!</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2009 23:42:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Isha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[â€œHey You Ok?â€ 
Steven called out to her, that little squirmed figure by the road side.
â€œLost your dog? Or lost yourself?â€ 
She sat there, still.
â€œYou look sad.â€
 Steven just presumed so, her eyes gave way more than that.
â€œWant some ice cream?&#8221;
 And then, she rose up. An attractive woman, in her late twenties or may [...]]]></description>
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		<title>This is How the World Ends&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 03:39:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Isha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ The heavy-eyed sunlight made its way through, albeit  grandly, through the broken window pane of her small cottage. It scattered itself, like a dead man bathed in its own blood rivuletss along the floor. As the unseen crow crowed in the barnyard, it was another sleepy day, inattentive to the farming. The rains [...]]]></description>
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		<title>And She wore her Loneliness, like a Broken Shell</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 20:35:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Isha</dc:creator>
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        And her grandmother told her stories about the Stars. Stars that she loved every night, stars that          shone just for her. Stars that did not disillusion, and disgrace love. 
         [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Growing Old</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 07:53:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Isha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Man and his visibly pregnant wife are in bed together. His chest was bare and he kept looking at his cell-phone for the alarm to ring. The woman just had bouts of her routine morning-sickness. She was paled and breathless. 
Woman sits up with an effort and putsÂ a hand on his arm. 
Woman: â€œPlease, donâ€™t [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Therefore, God Exists!</title>
		<link>http://www.theothervoice.com/?p=99</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 20:23:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Isha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The hospital alley was as swarmed as ever. There was a flood in the town, bad relentless rains for last three days. The people were brought in, rushed as many in one room, with doctors doing their shifts all day long. Children crying, big old men dying and there was no less of sorrow in [...]]]></description>
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