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	<title>Read it Live &#187; Chai-Stained Reflections</title>
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		<title>Blasphemy</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/09/13/blasphemy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 12:48:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Blasphemy Your song, my relentless, religious ritual, is thick on my tongue like the film of congealed milk fat that forms on my chai, A brown, wrinkled, circular palette, protecting the hot liquid that burns down my throat, takes me to you (and your music), inspires me to write at an ungodly hour about blasphemous [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Times</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/29/times/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 06:15:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Trying times. Trying relationships. And tiring. So very tiring. &#8220;Certain hard days ahead,&#8221; Li-young Lee whispers to me in my almost-packed, chaotic surroundings. There is a time for love. There is a time for hate. And then there is a time for despair. Bookmark and Share: sociallist_5c4523cd_url = 'http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/29/times/'; sociallist_5c4523cd_title = 'Times'; sociallist_5c4523cd_text = ''; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Grief</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/28/grief/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 10:15:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The poems gather like a dust storm on the far horizon. I sit in my Bedouin clothes with my nomad belongings, bare, empty-handed, sun-scorched &#8212; a wanderer waiting to collect words, assemble thoughts, write&#8230;once again. One day soon, I must make my way home. Bookmark and Share: sociallist_34ef9b39_url = 'http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/28/grief/'; sociallist_34ef9b39_title = 'Grief'; sociallist_34ef9b39_text = [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poetry</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/26/poetry/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 17:53:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Be patient with it, like you are tolerant of a petulant child. Bookmark and Share: sociallist_62993047_url = 'http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/26/poetry/'; sociallist_62993047_title = 'Poetry'; sociallist_62993047_text = ''; sociallist_62993047_tags = '';]]></description>
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		<title>Quartets</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/17/quartets/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 00:38:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am another Aphrodite. I will suck that heart out, slippery with all it harbors &#8211; love and its wickedness. I am a peasant woman, with a beggar&#8217;s sunken eyes and a mother&#8217;s forgotten hunger when she feeds her child. I am a traveler of deserts and oceans, lost in between what is mine and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>4 Lines</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 00:31:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Home lingers within me. I recite words of Azaan in half-sleep, half-wakefulness. I know them as I know my name. Bookmark and Share: sociallist_7a731e30_url = 'http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/17/4-lines-2/'; sociallist_7a731e30_title = '4 Lines'; sociallist_7a731e30_text = ''; sociallist_7a731e30_tags = '';]]></description>
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		<title>4 Lines</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/15/4-lines/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 23:58:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sand snakes into my veins, Stealthily it clots blood into mud, And the skies rain over a city across the ocean. I am haunted by waters, trapped by deserts. Bookmark and Share: sociallist_c6b83e3e_url = 'http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/15/4-lines/'; sociallist_c6b83e3e_title = '4 Lines'; sociallist_c6b83e3e_text = ''; sociallist_c6b83e3e_tags = '';]]></description>
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		<title>Back in Davis for a Few Moments</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/07/25/back-in-davis-for-a-few-moments/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 16:06:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I came home to Davis after two weeks for just a little over an hour. I have been in San Jose all this time, living with my roommate Haena and her sister. There is a wedding in the family this weekend and I had to come back to Davis to pick up some clothes. Right [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Duckie of the Yellow Journal and an Unexpected Spring Friendship</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/07/12/duckie-of-the-yellow-journal-and-an-unexpected-spring-friendship/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 08:54:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Duckie of the Yellow Journal and an Unexpected Spring Friendship It is rather strange when you realize that brief moments in the span of your lifetime can haunt you for years. What are a few months in the face of a lifetime, of my lifetime, 23.5 years? A few months should be insignificant. I should [...]]]></description>
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		<title>So I Can Remember Us This Way, Broke But Full of Dreams</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/07/11/so-i-can-remember-us-this-way-broke-but-full-of-dreams/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 09:50:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Note: I almost never rhyme because it&#8217;s hard for me to pull it off in a sophisticated manner. This came out of nowhere, and the rhyming was surprisingly easy. It is NOT very strong as a poem. It&#8217;s what it is. And it is slightly corny. Sad, but true. So I Can Remember Us This [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Songs My Mother Wrote For My Father</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/07/05/the-songs-my-mother-wrote-for-my-father/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 10:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Songs My Mother Wrote For My Father My mother&#8217;s songs ring in my ears. Her songs and her poetry and her voice and her voicemails. She is silly. She sings to me in messages. Often, I hear her voice in my head from a time when she used to sprawl on the floor, lying [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Gol Gappay Waala Aaya, Gol Gappay Laaya</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/07/04/gol-gappay/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 06:58:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There used to be a bubbling happiness traveling on many wings inside me when I used to go with family and friends to a run-down and grimy gol gappay wala on a dimly lit street corner in Lahore. The gol gappay sold there were probably full of microorganisms that my stomach was accustomed to back [...]]]></description>
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		<title>To Read-It-Live And The Friendship Between Us &#8211; Post 101</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/07/03/to-read-it-live-and-the-friendship-between-us-post-101/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 01:03:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I probably should not be disgracing Read It Live with this inconsequential post, but I promised myself that I would add one chai-stained reflection per day, so here is my quota for today. My mind is a numb mess. There is no inspiration. When people say this to me, my usual response is that it&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Raspberry Mocha Steam</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/07/02/rasberry-mocha-steam/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 21:17:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I found this in my planner today. I wrote this when I was in NYC last month visiting some old friends. I ran to Starbucks to be alone and began to write. Time: 9:30 a.m. Location: Starbucks &#8211; Midtown Manhattan Date: May 24, 2008 This is a Saturday away from the shores of California. I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Selfish. So What?</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/07/01/selfish-so-what/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 23:14:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am told by a dear friend of mine that she wants to quit the corporate world one day. The world where she is just another invisible face, lost in the throng of many others like her, like me. She tells me she wants to help humanity, aid all those who need her, make a [...]]]></description>
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