<?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-5387760596953965871</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:47:07.649+05:30</updated><category term='Chapter 01'/><title type='text'>The Autumn that year</title><subtitle type='html'>Its the story of a young &lt;br&gt;  girl's journey in a new city &lt;br&gt; 
Do leave a word about &lt;br&gt;  what you felt reading it. &lt;br&gt;  this is all the encouragement i need!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-autumn-that-year.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387760596953965871/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-autumn-that-year.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chhaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnf866F1r28/SoTUiZK31xI/AAAAAAAAAOM/pVdrKx-N72k/S220/zIkqR68OleSm4kpziokK3nkIysYHkpSjd_2ZfTU2KtWSIUnZ2QO5lpTydSIZF9Il.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387760596953965871.post-1973311554984821100</id><published>2007-09-24T16:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-14T12:15:56.372+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 01'/><title type='text'>Chapter 01</title><summary type='text'>Ananya, known as Annie to her friends - had just arrived in Kolkata. In the first week of February - It was not very cold, still just the thoughts of being all alone for the first time in her life made her shiver a bit. It was 5 am in the morning and she waited for Shivani to come and pick her up. Shivani was her school mate who had shifted to kolkata with her parents 3 years back. Now 20 years </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-autumn-that-year.blogspot.com/feeds/1973311554984821100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387760596953965871&amp;postID=1973311554984821100&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387760596953965871/posts/default/1973311554984821100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387760596953965871/posts/default/1973311554984821100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-autumn-that-year.blogspot.com/2007/09/chapter-01.html' title='Chapter 01'/><author><name>Chhaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnf866F1r28/SoTUiZK31xI/AAAAAAAAAOM/pVdrKx-N72k/S220/zIkqR68OleSm4kpziokK3nkIysYHkpSjd_2ZfTU2KtWSIUnZ2QO5lpTydSIZF9Il.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
