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	<title>Comments on: Revathy Gopal</title>
	<link>http://indianwriting.blogsome.com/2007/03/09/revathy-gopal/</link>
	<description>"That was the beginning of the century; this is its end. I have been thinking not only of the people who lived there once, but also of the generations of dogs accompanying them in their everyday bustle, and one night— I don't know where it came from— in a predawn sleep, that funny and tender phrase composed itself: a road-side dog." - Czeslaw Milosz, Borderlines.</description>
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		<title>by: hilary</title>
		<link>http://indianwriting.blogsome.com/2007/03/09/revathy-gopal/#comment-813</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2007 19:08:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Revathy, you were in my life for such a short time - one weekend, where we all laughed, shopped for spices in Norwich and ate your delicious food in my garden on a magical evening. You will remain in my heart for ever. You are  true jewel of a woman. I know we will meet again one day. Just wait for the fun when that happens Revathy. Unique, gracious Revathy, I won't forget you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>Revathy, you were in my life for such a short time - one weekend, where we all laughed, shopped for spices in Norwich and ate your delicious food in my garden on a magical evening. You will remain in my heart for ever. You are  true jewel of a woman. I know we will meet again one day. Just wait for the fun when that happens Revathy. Unique, gracious Revathy, I won&#8217;t forget you.
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		<title>by: Uma</title>
		<link>http://indianwriting.blogsome.com/2007/03/09/revathy-gopal/#comment-810</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2007 02:02:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I had only met her a few times and spoken to her on the phone off and on, but it's hard to forget her warmth and humour... I didn't know about her illness. I wish I had been able to visit her before the end.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>I had only met her a few times and spoken to her on the phone off and on, but it&#8217;s hard to forget her warmth and humour&#8230; I didn&#8217;t know about her illness. I wish I had been able to visit her before the end.
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		<title>by: Space Bar</title>
		<link>http://indianwriting.blogsome.com/2007/03/09/revathy-gopal/#comment-809</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Mar 2007 17:53:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Uma, I never knew how many blogger knew her until the day before yesterday. It seems such a pity that she had to go. I was at a poetry reading this evening, adn at the end, I read two of her poems from *Last Possibilities of Light*. Nobody knew who Revathy was, but they all responded to the poems. I wish she had been there to read to them herself.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>Uma, I never knew how many blogger knew her until the day before yesterday. It seems such a pity that she had to go. I was at a poetry reading this evening, adn at the end, I read two of her poems from *Last Possibilities of Light*. Nobody knew who Revathy was, but they all responded to the poems. I wish she had been there to read to them herself.
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