<?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-6646852</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:09:36.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discrete life</title><subtitle type='html'>My life in my words</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdeydas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdeydas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sreetama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07243410611494532696</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646852.post-107976029558491030</id><published>2004-03-19T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T21:28:17.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A thief</title><content type='html'>One evening we are living in ground floor, then a man came and told my mother that in the electronic shop named 'Das Electronics' come to service the fridge. Then my mother said that our fridge is okay. My mother has a chain in her neck. Then that was seeing at the chain and talking to my mother. My mother called us, we come immediately. Then my mother said to my elder brother that that man was saying our fridge is not working but our fridge is working. Again my mother said to my elder brother that our fridge is working. Then my mother said go to my husband's office and talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;He had a bill. When my mother said that go to my husband office. My brother saw them throw the bill into the drain. All this story we said to our father. Our father said that No anyone didn't go to our office. Then our father said that it was a thief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646852-107976029558491030?l=sdeydas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646852/posts/default/107976029558491030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646852/posts/default/107976029558491030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdeydas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107976029558491030' title='A thief'/><author><name>sreetama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07243410611494532696</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>
