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Thursday, 1 October 2015

My Heart is beating ……. It keeps on beating………..

Tring…….. Tring…….. Tring…….

Rubbing my eyes I got up. Putting on my specs I looked at the mantelpiece and was alarmed to see that it was just 3 in the morning.  Alarm bells ringing in my mind, I ran to the living room. But before I could reach for the receiver the ring stopped. 

Dhak…… Dhak…. Dhak….. 

I could clearly hear my heart beat. Tension building up I waited for the caller to call again. Just when the wait seemed unbearable the telephone rang. Snatching the receiver from the cradle I put it close to my ears.  I felt my chest tighten, throat constrict and tears brim over only to roll down my cheeks. The world around me started to fade away. Keeping the receiver down I let my body fall wearily on the sofa.  Slowly but steadily I started sliding down memory lane. Her smiling face bringing more tears and before I knew it, I was sobbing uncontrollably for that wonderful person who had just bid us farewell- my adorable aunt, my dad’s sister a truly unforgettable person. An active person, ever on her toes Sreedevi Aunt had as I learnt later, succumbed to a massive heart attack. That’s when I realized that the heart can play havoc at any age, with any gender, anytime.  One need not be 60+ to suffer a heart attack; it can also strike at 20 or 30. 

Post mourning, I started looking up articles on the heart and various ailments associated with it. What amazed me was that even the healthy, active ones could fall easy prey to it. ‘Why?’ ‘How?’ were the questions that cropped up in my mind. That was when  my husband and myself decided to go in for a health check-up to make sure that all was well not only with our heart but our other organs too. Since then we have been going in for regular check-ups but yes these last two years we’ve some-how given it a miss. It’s only when our daughter enquired about it recently, that we realized that we’ve once again started becoming lax on the health front.  So we decided we’d take a few positive steps to keep ourselves fit and fine. After all with a grandchild on the way we both need to make ourselves ready to give him/ her (whoever it is) a tough time. We need to be young in both body and soul to enjoy the gift that’s due in a few months from now. We decided to:

1. Go in for our Annual Health Checkup immediately. After all we need to be aware of what our body can withstand and what it cannot, what needs to be rectified or strengthened and why.

2. Eat for a healthy heart i.e.  keep a watch on what we eat. Now how do we identify what is healthy and what is not. For this I did an intensive search on the net and elsewhere, spoke to friends and family and this is what I found -

Omega -3 fatty acids: High levels of blood fat i.e. triglycerides and high blood pressure put one at high risk of heart diseases. Omega-3 fatty acids are found to lower elevated triglyceride levels and high blood pressure to a certain extent. While EPA (eicosapentaenoic) and DHA ( docosahexaenoic)  are primarily found in certain types of fish and sea food  like salmon , sardines, anchovies, oysters, mussels, etc.,  ALA ( Alpha- linolenic acid) is found in plant sources i.e. certain nuts like walnuts and seeds such as flaxseed and rapeseed .  It is present in chocolates too.

Phytosterols (Plant sterols and stanols): Plant sterols and stanols are substances that occur naturally in small amounts in many grains, vegetables, legumes, nuts and seeds.  They are endowed with powerful cholesterol- lowering properties and can be found in some cooking oils, milk and yoghurt too.  Intake of a handful of slivered almonds daily helps keep ‘bad’ cholesterol at bay. They are rich in plant sterols, fiber and heart-healthy fats. 

Lycopene: This is a hydrocarbon carotenoid that is found in tomatoes, apricot, watermelons, pink grapefruit, sweet potatoes, etc.  Lycopene works with other vitamins and minerals to prevent diseases.  Studies suggest that consumption of lycopene rich food leads to decreased levels of oxidized LDL. It may be noted that when LDL becomes ‘oxidized’ it leads to cholesterol accumulation in the arteries especially the coronary arteries, in the form of plaque. This plaque can rupture and be the cause of a heart attack. Apart from lowering oxidized LDL levels, lycopene enriched foods especially tomatoes reduce body inflammation, hypertension and lower the risk of a stroke. 

Pectin: Pectin is a naturally occurring soluble gelatinous polysaccharide. It is found in ripe fruits like apples, guava, plums, gooseberry, oranges and other citrus fruits. Pectin helps fight bad cholesterol.

Potassium:  Potassium rich foods lower the risk of hypertension, stroke and heart disease. Vegetables especially green leafy vegetables, sweet potatoes, beet greens, beans, yoghurt, clams, carrot and orange juice, fish, soya beans, bananas, milk, etc. are a rich source of potassium. 

Yoghurt also contains probiotics, natural bacteria that aid in digestion but also lead to healthy gum. And as we all know gum diseases elevate the risk of heart disease.
  
Flavanols : These are active antioxidants that fight free radicals and neutralize inflammation. They also influence our vascular health by lowering blood pressure, improving the flow of blood to both the brain and the heart, ensuring that blood platelets are less sticky and able to clot.  Chocolates, cranberries, apples, peanuts, onions, etc. are rich in flavanols. 

Finally after my extensive research, hubby and I decided to cut down on chicken, eggs, fried foods, unhealthy fats like saturated and trans fats, sugar and salt and instead concentrate on tucking our tummy with fruits, vegetables, nuts, chocolates and fiber rich grains and cereals. Fish being my favorite  and one that’s healthy for the heart I’m planning to have it more often maybe a couple of times a week instead of the once a week regime that I generally follow at present. 

3. Make necessary changes to our lifestyle and ensure that we do not stick to our chair for long periods together i.e. ensure that we don’t stay glued to our laptop or TV set for hours together.  Our way of not only keeping the heart healthy but also keeping diabetes at bay.
  
4. “Exercise relieves stress. Nothing relieves exercise.” ( Takayuki  Ikkaku)

Exercise regularly. My husband is way ahead of me in this matter. In fact he’s been always pestering me to take up yoga and other breathing exercises.  But somehow I’ve been giving him a deaf ear in the matter. However now with age catching up I’ve realized it’s best to heed to him. 

5. It’s quite a while since I’ve stopped walking for the sake of walking. I love walking but then displacement on account of frequent travel and change of place has somehow disrupted my normal routine of late. I know it’s not an excuse. I have to do something about that. So I’ve decided to get my treadmill that’s been lying neglected in a corner since the last couple of months, overhauled and resume my daily walk on it immediately. Hubby and I have also decided to resume our evening walk  once the monsoon recedes. I’ve also decided to get my gang of two i.e. my friends, to accompany us on these evening walks that’s been put off since the past five months on account of the summer and monsoon showers.  With that I’m sure I’ll be able to burn up the extra calories if any, that I consume as well as keep my cholesterol level within permissible limits.

6. Do my bit to keep my surroundings clean, healthy and pollution-free. Studies indicate that environment too plays a major role in cardio vascular diseases (CVD) and majority of CVDs are associated to air pollution and chemical exposure.  The best we can do is stay away from further aggravating the situation as well as create awareness among the people we constantly come into contact with. 

7. Last but not the least, be happy and stress-free. It’s always been our policy to share our worries and this we believe is the greatest stress-buster one that has helped us tide over difficult times and situations. After all ‘sharing is caring’ and here we share and care for each other’s heart.  







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Saturday, 29 November 2014

The Lure





The rising sun brought a sparkle to her eyes. She got up, rushed through her morning ablutions and got ready for her first day at school. The patch work ridden frock did not dampen her spirits. Didn’t that ‘chechi’ from the Tribal Welfare Office say she’d get new clothes once she joined school?

“Neeli! Neeli!”

They sang out in a chorus. Neeli rushed out and joined the milieu of uniform clad girls waiting at the entrance to her dilapidated hut. The frail half-clad figure at the rickety door let out a sigh of relief, wiped a tear and held up a hand to bid goodbye to the little girl. The figure slowly receded into the dark confines of the crumbling walls, poured out the remains of the thin rice gruel at the bottom of the pot into an earthen bowl and gulped it down. Taking a sickle she slowly moved out and headed for the thick forest in search of firewood and food.

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“How much more do we have to walk?” Neeli asked the girl walking by her side. Her legs were aching and tummy rumbling in hunger. The bowl of rice gruel already digested on account of the long trek to school, Neeli felt her body go limp. Looking around she found some berries on the wayside bush. She plucked and popped in a few. Chewing on the berries she remembered the ‘chechi’ from the Tribal Welfare Office. What had she said? Yes, she’d promised her mother that Neeli would get two wholesome meals at the school. The very thought of stomach-full of rice brought a smile to Neeli’s lips. She rushed forward and joined the others.

The small white -washed school building looked like heaven to Neeli. She entered the school premises with new hopes and new aspirations. She knew that if she could stick on here, life would never be the same again.

The ring of the morning bell saw the school break out into a chaos. Swirls of dust were blown up as the children rushed to form a queue for the morning assembly. Neeli joined them.

“Are they going to give us food now?” she asked the elderly girl standing behind her. A giggle broke out. Neeli wondered what was so funny.

“No silly. First we have to pray, then only will they serve breakfast,” the girl replied. “You hungry?”

Neeli nodded in affirmation. The prayer seemed to drag on endlessly. Neeli’s tummy rumbled. The words leaving her mouth seemed meaningless. The only thing she could think of was food, food and food.

A bell rang heralding the end of assembly. The little legs scampered behind the tall girl to the dinning shed. Elbowing her way through the milieu of students Neeli grabbed a plate and ran to catch a vacant space in the hall. The hall was a virtual ‘fish market’. Voices screamed over one another. Students vied with each other to catch vantage spots. But Neeli was lost in the steam emanating from the big, thick vessel holding ‘upma’. The wait seemed endless. Finally the  ladle made contact with her plate. The hot, steamy upma looked like manna from the heavens. Neeli dug her fingers into it. The heat in the stomach was hotter than the heat emanating from the ‘upma’. Neeli savored each morsel. Going in for a second helping she wished she could take back some for ‘Amma’. The thought of ‘amma’ brought back memories of the cold hearth and the thin rice gruel. Neeli decided she’d study hard. The lure of free food and free clothing was strong enough to make her want to stick on.

“Burp! Burp!” Neeli wondered what it was. This had never happened to her. Eyes wide she looked around. The girl sitting next to her let out giggle. Neeli looked at her with questioning eyes.

“That’s a signal. Your stomach is full,” the helper from the kitchen explained. Neeli gave her a smile. “I’ve never eaten so much,” she said.

“Study well and you won’t be wanting for food,” the lady said. Getting up Neeli headed for the wash area.


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Class was fun. Neeli learnt a few things and made a few friends. The hours to lunch time flew. The bell rang once again. Little legs scampered to the dining shed. Neeli joined them.

The hot steamy rice, the dal curry, okhra dish and a ladle of curd left Neeli in awe. She gulped down the entire serving in just a few minutes and asked for more.

“Burp! Burp!” Neeli smiled. A silent ‘thank you’ left her lips . Was it for the heavens, was it for the hands that prepared the meals or was it for the ‘chechi’ from the Tribal Welfare Department?

It was for all.


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School over, the trek home was faster. Energized and excited, Neeli rushed ahead of the others. Paru waited at the doorstep to receive her young girl. The sparkle in her eyes, the smile on her lips was infectious. Seeing her happy face the drooping sad eyes crinkled at the ends. A smile broke out on Paru’s face.  Quickly lighting the hearth she made a glass of black tea, took Neeli in her lap and gently patted her head.

The next hour was spent on catching up on school and more importantly on the menu served out there.

That night Paru and Neeli had a sound sleep, one happy in the thought that her darling would not have to go hungry henceforth and the other happy at not having to nurse an aching, hungry tummy.


[ Post © Geeta Nair, 2014. All rights reserved. Published at Manjeri on 29-11-2014.]

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Sunday, 22 June 2014

I am still alive???

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It is 6 in the morning. I suddenly wake up with a start. The eerie sound of the alarm sets my pulse racing. Slowly rubbing my eyes I look at the calendar on the wall. 


“You are going through a very bad phase,” the family astrologer had said. “Doubt whether you will survive this amavasya.”

I took a second look at the calendar. Sure it was ‘amavasya,’ my last day on planet earth. My head spins, my hands turn cold. I feel helpless

“Tring…Tring…” the phone rings. It’s my daughter at the other end. Tears well up in my eyes. I gather myself and pick up the phone.

“Hi sweetheart!  Happy Birthday. So what’s special today?” She asks.

“Nothing special. Just the usual meal and maybe a glass of paysam,” I say, forcing myself to sound cheerful.

“Hey, Amma, something worrying you?”she asks

I reply in the negative. After chatting for a few more minutes she keeps down the phone. With leaden legs I move towards the kitchen. 

“Whroom…… crash…” the sound of a bike hitting the wall makes me start. I rush to the door. There just outside the gate I see a figure drenched in blood. My legs gather wings; I rush to his side calling out to my husband for help.

I draw in my breath. There before my eyes, is a young boy of just fourteen or so.  Legs crushed below the bike he moans. I try to pick up the bike but to no avail. Suddenly, two strong arms join mine. Bike removed, we quickly lift up the injured.

Luckily for us the doctor next door is in station. First aid given, the car is taken out. With hubby at the wheel we rush the boy to the nearest hospital. The boy groans in pain. I lay his head on my lap and offer words of comfort. The car moves through the maze of traffic with headlights on and the horn blaring. Out of the corner of my eyes I see an errant motorcyclist or two suddenly swerve away from our path.

The next four hours are the most difficult ones. The police are summoned, the boy’s parents contacted, the surgery is on. Hubby and myself are busy contacting people trying to arrange blood that too B-ve, for the boy in the theatre. Operation successful, we reach home mentally drained. It is already well past 11 am. I am in no mood to cook so hubby decides we go in for parcel meals.


Other chores over, we sit down for the meal in silence. The meal from ‘Kayees’ has never tasted so good. I guess it is the sheer feeling of relief that has added to its taste. I call up the hospital. The boy is doing fine. I sit down with a book. Just two pages into reading, I drift off into a world of my own.  I am transported 40 years back into the past.  My school, my friends, the adventures, the falls all comes to life. I don’t know how long it is since I have been in this yester- world. I feel a pressure on my shoulders.

“What’s so funny?” hubby asks. It is only then that I realize that I have been laughing out loud. My cheeks are wet with tears, no not the sad ones.

I put the book aside. The garden beckons me. I enter it. The sweet smell of the roses transports me to another world. I remember the time I was married. A smile plays on my lips. I gently fondle the petals of a bud waiting to bloom. The face of my newborn babe flashes before my eyes. My lips involuntarily touch the bud.  I relive the joy, the ecstasy of the moment I held my little one in my hands. Her eyes probing mine, her face breaking into a smile, her gurgles, her tantrums all come back to me. I am lost.

The sound of the temple bell wakes me up from my reverie. I rush in. It is tea time. I put the kettle to boil. 

The smell of the brewing tea reminds me of my mishaps, my blunders in the kitchen. I rewind. The kettle sings.  Sweet melody flows from my lips interspersed with small bursts of laughter. Suddenly an unpleasant incident comes to mind. I fast forward the tape (memory tape) only to slow down when another sweet moment comes up again.

I sniff. The smell of something burning hits me like a bolt from the blue. The red, hot, angry kettle stares at me. I crouch. The kettle is dumped in the sink. “Serves it right,” I think. “It had the audacity to stare at me in anger.” The second kettle goes on the stove. This time I am careful. Tea served, I switch on the television. The evening news keeps me engrossed.

Suddenly a news flashes on the screen. My bank has just won an award for customer excellence. I rejoice and break the news to hubby dear. I can’t wait to share it with my counterpart friends in another Bank. After all, they have been our greatest critique even going to the extent of hinting the merger of our Bank with theirs.  The net is connected, FB accessed, words flow. Time flies, the net has me hooked.

More than an hour into the net, I look up and out of the window. “Ah! Dusk already,” I say to myself. I get up hurriedly. The evening lamp is lit. Prayers offered, I move into the kitchen. Hubby accompanies me. Together, we work on the dinner. Chapattis are rolled and with them the video cam of my mind. The lovely time spent in the kitchen with hubby for help, the chappatis rolled out by my sweet babe, the grumbling over misplaced containers… all come to life. Before I realize it, dinner is ready.

The table is set; the meal passes off in sweet silence.  I return to my laptop and the social media. There are a lot of posts waiting to be read and commented on. Seconds, minutes, hours tick by. My fingers fly on the keyboard. A new post takes shape.

  
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11.30 pm


Sleep is at the doorstep of my eyes. Net disconnected, system shut down, I get up stretch my hands above my head and release a cry of relief.  A silent prayer leaves my lips. My head hits the pillow. Sweet slumber takes over.



The next day


A crow caws, the cuckoo sings. I open my eyes.


I am still alive???
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The prompt 

So, what would you do if you are told that today is the last day of your life? Will you hurriedly attempt to do everything in your bucket list or would you retrospect about life up till now, instead? Your blog post should start with the line,"It is 6 in the morning...."


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Sunday, 11 May 2014

Mom & Me











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With trembling hands she touched me, eyes moist with tears of joy.
Lips quivering, she cuddled me, I knew I was secure.
She kissed my fingers, then my legs, my forehead kissed she as though to bless.
I looked at her with startled eyes, then knew I should offer her a smile.

I gurgled at her in delight, “Mom I love you.”   



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The prompt  :  A 5 sentence post containing the word'mom.'



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Sunday, 4 May 2014

Dear Sunny aka Surya Bhagwan

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Planet Earth

4th May 2014

Dear 




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Oh God! I must admit you are hot. Today morning when I stepped out of the ‘cool ’ interiors of my house **will put even the boilers and furnaces to shame** your rays blinded me for a second. Even as I blinked, I could feel the 'warmth' you exude thanks to a scorched cheeks and hands.  Ten minutes into my task outdoor and I did not have to look far for water to quench my thirst. The steady stream of perspiration flowing down my forehead was sufficient to sooth my parched lips. ** Yuck ** Ah! That reminds me of something that happened yesterday.








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It was a long, tiring day what with a lot of chores to complete. Finally everything over, I decided to sit and relax on the stone bench in the courtyard. But what do I see there, leaves strewn all around, enough to make a bag full of manure. I looked up at the Ashoka tree in despair, hands folded I begged for mercy. Do you know what Ashoka said? “Don’t blame me. It’s all Surya’s doing. He glares down at me as though to kill. The very sight of him makes me shiver, hence the hair fall (leaf fall) . I hate the sight of these bald patches on my skin. Look, there are signs of wrinkle setting in.  Do you have any special sunscreen that will ward off the ill – effects of UV on my trunk? I need it urgently. ” I was left speechless. I wondered how things had changed. I had always thought that tension, stress and worry were the soul mates of only us Homo sapiens. But here I find trees no better off.





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Now there are these heavy weights (Jeans) in my hands. You tell me what do with them.   Neither can I let my son wear them, nor can I dispose them.  It’s your fault. I had just wanted them to be dried and sanitized not bleached.  If you really wanted to show them some love you could have tanned them. Think I will have to put it under the feet, doormats worth 2000 rupees each.  Now isn't that pure luxury and creativity? **Anger boiling, the body’s AC is switched on. Steady stream of perspiration trickles down.**    




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One question- Are the Heavens facing a drought like situation? No, No, just clarifying. You see the wells, the lakes and rivers here are fast drying up. The earth is cracking.So was just wondering whether the Gods and Goddesses are drawing water from planet earth. Ah! Do I see you sipping water from our rivers. Now don’t you think this is a little tough on us earthlings?  






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Are you even aware that there is a fresh battle raging here between the squirrel, the crow and others?  Food is scarce, so they vie with each other to lay hands on the handful of mangoes there at the top of the tree. ** The top seems to touch the sky. Looks like I will have to charter a plane to pluck them. But is it worth it? ** We humans are left just taking in the sight. **Mann mein laddu nahin phoot rahein hain. Mann mein aam nichodne kee koshish har rahein haein **









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Everyone says the moon is cool. So naturally after you bid us goodbye, we look to a nice cool nap at night. But it seems your heat has bogged down the moon too or else why would the moonlit nights be hot and sweltering. Now don’t be bossy. Leave the moon alone. Let him show us earthlings, some love.







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**Sniff, Sniff** Looks like something is burning. Oh no, I just forgot, I've put the milk to boil. Sorry, I must stop here, will catch up with you later in another letter. But in the meantime just one small request. Stop trying to get close. No don’t mistake me. But the way the summer is getting hotter with each passing year it looks like you have forgotten our pact, the one of maintaining a respectable distance. Show some mercy on us and of course don’t drink up all the water. Our body needs it to keep the AC running. 


Show mercy . Give us some respite. Don't show so much love. 

Looking for a positive response.



**Sapped of energy,perspiring profusely**




Yours  ** Wish I could shoot you**

 




Earthling G  ** But Helpless**



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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

The prompt  : Write a witty letter to the Sun God/ Goddess convincing him/ her to go a little easy on us.



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Sunday, 19 January 2014

Generous soul



 
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Sitting on the tree I looked longingly at the ripe jackfruit. The smell was over powering, the sight tempting. Yet I feared to approach it. The crows would attack us. Jhilmil my companion was restless. She wanted to run and nibble at it but was forced to wait.  Time stood still. The crows were taking longer than usual. Jhilmil let out a yawn and went off to asleep.

“Shoo, Shoo”. That was the lady of the house a beautiful young lass of twenty plus. She was a dear, a kind -hearted soul.  I had often seen her feed the stray cats and dogs that ventured near the house. She stroked them, spoke to them and fed them. Only the other day I had seen her attend to a wounded dog. I often wished she would cuddle me. The very thought tickled me.

“Thud.”

That was Jhilmil.  She had fallen off from the branch. I saw the lady running towards us. Wide awake, Jhilmil ran up again.  I looked through the corner of my eyes and saw the lady let out a sigh of relief hand pressed over her bosom.

“Shoo, Shoo.” The crows had returned. The lady sent them away. She looked at me and smiled.  She had sent away the crows so that we could partake of the Jack fruit feast. We jumped at the opportunity.

“Ah! Tasty, isn’t it?” Jhilmil asked.

Nodding my head I looked at the lady. She was there looking at us lovingly, stick in hand waiting to ward off the crows that were looking at her with stealthy eyes.

The next morning on waking up Jhilmil asked, “What is today’s menu?”

Looking at the Jamun tree I said, “The lady has left a handful of Jamuns for us. Generous soul, may God bless her.”




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 by BlogAdda

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Write a story/ incident (200-300 words) from an animal's perspective"

 


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