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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><title>Random Hearts</title><link>http://randomhearts.blog.co.uk/</link><atom:link xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://randomhearts.blog.co.uk/feed/rss2/posts/"/><description></description><language>en-US</language><generator>MokoFeed</generator><ttl>10</ttl><image><title>Random Hearts</title><link>http://randomhearts.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/07/12306b1bf76b6b11ef00ddb4fd0ee3_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>Rhythm Of Random Hearts</title><link>http://randomhearts.blog.co.uk/2006/06/27/rhythm_of_random_hearts~914541/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:randomhearts.blog.co.uk,2006-06-27:/2006/06/27/rhythm_of_random_hearts~914541/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jun 2006 07:23:58 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=650710"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/710/650710_a056980e37_s.jpeg" align="" alt="rain" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This is my fisrt posting and I see that this is the moment of truth, wherein I can express my feelings. This is the best weather in Delhi. I was raining while I was coming to the office. I had to leave my byke behind and take and auto. The rain drops were hammering the roof of the vehicle, and strips of cold fresh water was kissing our clothes. I was in no mood of coming to office, but the salary check was flashing in front of my eyes...money always matters. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;While sitting in office in front of AC and wet pants...the scenery out the window was amazing. I love Delhi, especially at night, when you rode up the flyover in and look at the city drowned in the white flood light.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=650711"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/711/650711_4f6cfeb36c_s.jpeg" align="" alt="Diwan-i-Khas at Night" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
The trees, the cars and the empty roads, the monuments, the fresh cold air...I just love this city, except the people from Haryana, who have added harshness to the language.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Anyways, gotta go see you later.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=650712"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/712/650712_9c7d601586_m.jpeg" align="" alt="red-fort" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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