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	<description>... in Malgudi days ...</description>
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		<title>29 July</title>
		<description><![CDATA[What a terrible thing I did !
If I had known that Mum would be struggling with her emotions and unbearable pains throughout the film, I wouldn&#8217;t have tried to make her go with me. Such a disrespectful son I am ! But all I want to do is to help Mum come over the shock, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=xxxamazexxx.wordpress.com&blog=4294844&post=43&subd=xxxamazexxx&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>28 July</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Finally I am able to persuade Mum ! She seems to be unable to put up with my annoyance any more ! She agrees to go with me tomorrow.  She can&#8217;t keep procrastinating watching the picture forever. Tomorrow is also the final show, it will be the final parting. But at least Mum is [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=xxxamazexxx.wordpress.com&blog=4294844&post=37&subd=xxxamazexxx&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>27 July</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m feeling more depressed that the film would only last for a few more shows. As soon as it ended each night I started longing for the next day&#8217;s show. But it broke my heart to realise that while I was enjoying Dad&#8217;s company each night, I was also taking a step nearer to the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=xxxamazexxx.wordpress.com&blog=4294844&post=34&subd=xxxamazexxx&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>26 July</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Today I asked Mum if I could see the night show as well, but she bothered too much about the lessons. How can&#8217;t she know that while lessons could wait, the film lasts only a week, more or less. And how can she be so indifferent to Dad&#8217;s presence ? Doesn&#8217;t she want to see [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=xxxamazexxx.wordpress.com&blog=4294844&post=31&subd=xxxamazexxx&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>25 July</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I saw the film again today ! Now I&#8217;m starting to pay more attention to the plot of the film, not to Dad alone. The girl, Kumari, kind of wants to continue with her education rather than accepting the marriage that her family have arranged for her. She tries her best to avoid it and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=xxxamazexxx.wordpress.com&blog=4294844&post=29&subd=xxxamazexxx&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>24 July</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This morning I skipped all the way to school in great excitement. I tried to get Arun to go watch the picture with me, but after all I realised that it&#8217;s pointless to debate with such a snob like him (he only favours English picture). But indeed this picture is gonna be different, it&#8217;s not [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=xxxamazexxx.wordpress.com&blog=4294844&post=22&subd=xxxamazexxx&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>23 July</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Dad must have known how much I&#8217;ve been longing for him since the day he left: my heart jumped at the moment I saw the film&#8217;s advertisement on the streets and joyful boys carrying placards and huge coloured portraits of him. I stopped at every corner that the poster of the film is on, devouring every word on [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=xxxamazexxx.wordpress.com&blog=4294844&post=11&subd=xxxamazexxx&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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