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	<title>Little Stories</title>
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		<title>Giving, Receiving &#38; Sharing</title>
		<description>GIVING

Many years ago, I was visiting a friend in Mumbai,  India, in the evening we went out for stroll along the main street, where so many stall appear on footpaths, selling all kind of household and personal wear goods. My friend to buy couple of pots; next to the ...</description>
		<link>http://www.littlestories.org/your-stories/?p=22</link>
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		<title>Two Angels</title>
		<description>Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family.
The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guest room.
Instead the angels were given a small space in the cold basement.
As they made their bed on the hard floor, the ...</description>
		<link>http://www.littlestories.org/your-stories/?p=14</link>
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		<title>The King and the Artist</title>
		<description>Once upon a time, a King (may be of small state) went hunting and following the game, his entourage went so far that couldn't get back home by the evening. As a result the King and his entourage had to camp in another town. Camp was setup and arrangements were ...</description>
		<link>http://www.littlestories.org/your-stories/?p=13</link>
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		<title>When People Wore Cloths</title>
		<description>A woman asks the man, who are you?
Man replied I am pickpocket.
Woman surprised by this naked admission – do you mean that you pick other people’s pockets?
Man said, yes, but not any more. He further added, there was a time when people used to wear cloths, and these cloths had ...</description>
		<link>http://www.littlestories.org/your-stories/?p=12</link>
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		<title>It Does Come Back</title>
		<description>One day a man saw a old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even ...</description>
		<link>http://www.littlestories.org/your-stories/?p=11</link>
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		<title>We are impatient</title>
		<description>There was Chinese peasant, who had an old horse, which he used to plough his field. One day his horse ran away to the jungle.

His friends felt sorry for him, that the poor man did not have the money to another horse and came to express their sympathy.

But the peasant ...</description>
		<link>http://www.littlestories.org/your-stories/?p=9</link>
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		<title>EMAIL ADDRESS</title>
		<description>A jobless man applied for the position of office boy at Microsoft.  The HR manager interviewed him, then a test: clean the floor.
"You are engaged" he said, give me your e-mail address, and I’ll send you the application to fill, as well as when you will start.
The man replied ...</description>
		<link>http://www.littlestories.org/your-stories/?p=8</link>
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		<title>Never under estimate the little old Lady</title>
		<description>Little old lady went into the Bank of Canada one day carrying a bag of money. She insisted that she must speak with the president of the bank to open a savings account because she has a lot of money to deposit!"

After much hemming and hawing, the bank staff finally ...</description>
		<link>http://www.littlestories.org/your-stories/?p=7</link>
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		<title>ITS SELF ESTEEM</title>
		<description>A beggar was sitting at the train station with a bowl full of pencils   A young executive passed by and dropped a dollar in the bowl.
He then boarded the train. Before the doors closed, something came to his mind and he went back to the beggar, grabbed a ...</description>
		<link>http://www.littlestories.org/your-stories/?p=6</link>
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		<title>SOLITUDE</title>
		<description>if solitude
ever leads u
to wild ocean's
echoing shores
and u linger on there
until
moon hides behind the clouds,
halt not!
the fading hues of evening
will flow away deceitfully,
the treacherous sea
will sweep away time and eternity...
come back
to yr silent home
by the side of yr hearth
and see
how dreams form and fade
in the strange webs of dying embers...
yearn ...</description>
		<link>http://www.littlestories.org/your-stories/?p=3</link>
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