<?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-34606401</id><updated>2011-06-10T19:24:01.097+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dream Diaries.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34606401/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sneha</name><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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34606401.post-6544149030810997251</id><published>2006-11-15T00:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:43:39.732+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shutting!!</title><content type='html'>Yes. I have decided to no longer post on this blog &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*sniff*&lt;/span&gt; I remember my astral trips in flashes and it just isn't possible to type it all down at that instant. So. I am no longer going to call it a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jhooth-mooth ka&lt;/span&gt; dream blog when I don't even post over here regularly. Buhbye and thanks for hanging out here!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34606401-6544149030810997251?l=snehasdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6544149030810997251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34606401&amp;postID=6544149030810997251&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34606401/posts/default/6544149030810997251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34606401/posts/default/6544149030810997251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/shutting.html' title='Shutting!!'/><author><name>Sneha</name><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34606401.post-1315465263006047592</id><published>2006-11-04T12:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:29:22.525+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Had a ball!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night’s dream......&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was to attend some sort of a ball. There was a huge hall and it seemed to be like the 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century! It was decorated with every imaginable piece of exquisite decoration. There were long tables filled with delicious food. It somewhat looked like Hogwarts’ Great Hall! I was supposed to be there by a particular time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, my driver didn’t turn up or maybe some problem came up(I don’t quite know what exactly the problem was) and I had to drive the car myself! (I don’t know how to drive yet) So I took the car and drove through what seemed like a long country-side road (it was evening). I was wearing a ball gown!! It was all very movie-style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I reached the ball.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Then there was a blurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next thing I saw was that it was morning and I was sitting in a chariot- a huge, royal chariot and was being taken somewhere while people cheered from both sides. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34606401-1315465263006047592?l=snehasdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1315465263006047592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34606401&amp;postID=1315465263006047592&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34606401/posts/default/1315465263006047592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34606401/posts/default/1315465263006047592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/had-ball.html' title='Had a ball!'/><author><name>Sneha</name><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><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34606401.post-5352355587336179082</id><published>2006-11-02T09:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-02T10:08:37.376+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Cake</title><content type='html'>Yeay!! I finally had a dream that I remembered this morning. Rather, I woke up thinking that dream was real and was thoroughly excited. The last thing I had read last night were some pages of Shantaram and &lt;a href="http://foodieshope.blogspot.com/"&gt;Foodie's Hope&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that &lt;a href="http://foodieshope.blogspot.com/"&gt;Asha &lt;/a&gt;had put up recipes of some baked goodies which were very easy to make and were meant for budding bakers. Since I had never before baked an actual cake, on my own ie, I saw myself rushing to the hall and asking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;(sister) to watch over me while I baked my first Chocolate Cake. S pulled a face and asked if all the necessary ingredients were at home. I opened the fridge to look for curd (God alone knows why, since curd is soo not an ingredient!) and confirmed that it was present. I could also see my Mom talking on her cell phone (to some office person)(which in real is a vewy common thing and one can almost always find Mom on her phone when she's at home) in the backgroud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when I was woken up by a dishevelled S who had just woken up too. I immediately told her to watch over me because I wanted to bake a cake and she frowned at me so incredulously as if I had asked her to swallow or cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I actually bake the cake! I hope I do!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34606401-5352355587336179082?l=snehasdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5352355587336179082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34606401&amp;postID=5352355587336179082&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34606401/posts/default/5352355587336179082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34606401/posts/default/5352355587336179082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/chocolate-cake.html' title='Chocolate Cake'/><author><name>Sneha</name><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34606401.post-5880665749131645008</id><published>2006-10-31T17:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-31T17:39:23.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreamless?</title><content type='html'>I think not. Perhaps I am only forgetting the details of my astral trips since the past couple of weeks. This sucks! I wanna know where I went, what I did, what I saw in the other realms of my existence. Perhaps it's due to all the stress that I forget my dreams :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34606401-5880665749131645008?l=snehasdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5880665749131645008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34606401&amp;postID=5880665749131645008&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34606401/posts/default/5880665749131645008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34606401/posts/default/5880665749131645008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/dreamless.html' title='Dreamless?'/><author><name>Sneha</name><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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34606401.post-4309157919623191317</id><published>2006-10-14T11:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-14T11:32:20.475+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous!</title><content type='html'>I dreamed that we were having this GK discussion on MSN where B was asking ridiculously difficult questions! This was last to last night. Probably my subconscious wants me to brush up on my GK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34606401-4309157919623191317?l=snehasdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4309157919623191317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34606401&amp;postID=4309157919623191317&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34606401/posts/default/4309157919623191317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34606401/posts/default/4309157919623191317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/ridiculous.html' title='Ridiculous!'/><author><name>Sneha</name><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34606401.post-842824908283969487</id><published>2006-09-30T10:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-30T10:20:53.369+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friend's spider dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This dream was seen by my friend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and she really wanted to record it somewhere in order to find the interpretation later.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was seen in the early hours of the morning, say between 6-9am. She says she doesn’t remember much of the dream even though she generally manages to remember most of them. It is apparently due to the fear that was aroused in her while watching the dream which has caused her to forget parts of it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She saw an assortment of spiders. Different types of them. The small ones and even weird ones which she had never seen before. She was extremely scared at their sight but at the same time she knew it’s just a phobia and she was being a little unreasonable perhaps. Point to be noted is that she is afraid of spiders in real. She says the spiders were all over the place and were coming from all directions. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another point to be noted is that she doesn’t exactly remember everything. She just remembers 2 images- one of the little spider doing something on the wall and the other weird spider just appeared from somewhere and she got really scared. She only remembers getting the ‘feeling’ that spiders were all around her. However, she doesn’t quite remember the corresponding ‘images’. So she can’t be sure of that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So basically, she’s wondering what these spiders stand for. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34606401-842824908283969487?l=snehasdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/842824908283969487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34606401&amp;postID=842824908283969487&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34606401/posts/default/842824908283969487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34606401/posts/default/842824908283969487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/friends-spider-dream.html' title='Friend&apos;s spider dream'/><author><name>Sneha</name><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><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34606401.post-115915953955877913</id><published>2006-09-25T10:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-26T22:10:19.366+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Exam on the terrace</title><content type='html'>I have been having dreamless nights since the past couple of days. However, last night I dreamt and as usual it was strange. I saw many friends and acquaintances (old and new). We were climbing some sort of a ladder. After a lot of climbing and nervous chatter, we seemed to reach a place which resembled the terrace of the building in which I previously lived. I could even see the beach from there just the way it was when I lived there. Point to be noted is that it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;night &lt;/span&gt;time. It was really dark. I got the feeling that everyone was there to give some sort of an exam. Everbody was apprehensive. At the same time it felt like a re-union of sorts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34606401-115915953955877913?l=snehasdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115915953955877913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34606401&amp;postID=115915953955877913&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34606401/posts/default/115915953955877913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34606401/posts/default/115915953955877913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/exam-on-terrace.html' title='Exam on the terrace'/><author><name>Sneha</name><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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34606401.post-115880832156084664</id><published>2006-09-21T08:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-21T20:35:49.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tea Leaves</title><content type='html'>There were 2 dreams. The first one was a mere recollection of sorts of some interesting event that had occurred the previous day. So I won't record that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second part, I saw myself preparing tea for my Dad (that is strange bacause I rarely do that). However, there were always 2 teacups and I don't have tea. So whom was the second cup for? Anyway, I noticed that I'd left a piece of ice in each of the two cups at the end of the first tea-making-process. So, I had to empty the cups and restart. I made two cups again, but this time while straining the tea, a lot of it spilt out by mistake and some of it even fell on my hand (I didn't retain a burn though). So, I had to start making the tea all over again. The third time everything was fine. Except for the fact that when I actually took the tea out to serve, my Dad was already having his dinner. So he didn't have it. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34606401-115880832156084664?l=snehasdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115880832156084664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34606401&amp;postID=115880832156084664&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34606401/posts/default/115880832156084664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34606401/posts/default/115880832156084664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/tea-leaves.html' title='Tea Leaves'/><author><name>Sneha</name><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34606401.post-115872727336206574</id><published>2006-09-20T09:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-27T10:35:26.573+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Woman....Seventeen....Baby ball....</title><content type='html'>There were 3 or so parts to the whole dream. I saw flashes of the three parts randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st part.....&lt;br /&gt;There was this woman in a green saree. She was married to this man who seemed to be very indifferent about her. There was a lawn-like area outside a big mansion. It was raining. The woman was following that man who was heading towards a long, black, luxurious looking car. He didn't have an umbrella but he wasn't even getting wet. There was another girl(somewhere in her twenties, perhaps)  under the same umbrella as the woman in the green saree. She was wearing blue jeans and a white shirt. The woman had to hurry up to keep up with that girl. Even though she was the one holding the umbrella, it looked as if the two of them (the girl and the man) were making her follow them against her will. In another flash, there seemed to be a third person in the picture (who bore striking resemblance to my sister!) and she was telling the woman, " Iam getting shoes from nike. Lagta hai Valentines Day par bhagna padega" !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd part........&lt;br /&gt;My mother(the woman didn't look like my mom but I felt it was her) seemed to be flipping through the September copy of Seventeen (I bought it today- in real(?)) and was musing," Its pretty hot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd part........&lt;br /&gt;There was a cute, plumpy woman with a cute plumpy baby. The baby looked pretty abnormal though because its torso was too small. It was nearly spherical. I had apparently gone to see the baby. I remarked," The baby is so..... small!" . The woman seemed to be a little taken aback and said that it was only in its first year of existence. Hmm. However, its skin looked very radiant, shiny and plastic-like to me. Then she did something very strange. She made the baby fold its legs and threw it to one wall. It bounced back and reached the other wall (like a ball!). I was appalled by this and (I think) went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty strange huh? I am most curious to find out the implications of the baby-ball dream though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34606401-115872727336206574?l=snehasdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115872727336206574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34606401&amp;postID=115872727336206574&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34606401/posts/default/115872727336206574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34606401/posts/default/115872727336206574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/womanseventeenbaby-ball.html' title='Woman....Seventeen....Baby ball....'/><author><name>Sneha</name><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><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34606401.post-115856993578601608</id><published>2006-09-18T14:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-18T14:28:55.786+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Attempt.....</title><content type='html'>....to record all the 'dreams' that my subconscious makes me see almost every night. There are few days which are either 'dreamless' or I forget the dreams just as I wake up. Other nights are normally filled with either a long continuous dream of some sort or simply flashes of several separate dreams. There have been repititive dreams as well. They were pretty silly though. Or maybe, there is some rather profound explanation to those seemingly 'silly' dreams which there most likely is. I shall record all this and perhaps some other 'visions' and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deja vus&lt;/span&gt; as and when they take place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34606401-115856993578601608?l=snehasdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115856993578601608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34606401&amp;postID=115856993578601608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34606401/posts/default/115856993578601608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34606401/posts/default/115856993578601608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snehasdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/attempt.html' title='An Attempt.....'/><author><name>Sneha</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
