<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><feed><author name="Mahesh Sowani"><item><title>The Bus</title><link>https://latest.thedailyguardian.com/literature/the-bus/</link><pubDate>April 24, 2023, 1:26 am</pubDate><image>https://latest.thedailyguardian.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/04/pic...-jpeg.jpg</image><category>Literature</category><excerpt>‘Baba I don’t like travelling by car. The next time we go, you go by car. I and mumma will come by bus.’ My six years old daughter Niva said. She dislikes travelling by car. She finds it quite boring. ‘Bhikeche Dohale.’ My mother said. This phrase...</excerpt></item><item><title>The House that I (don’t) Own</title><link>https://latest.thedailyguardian.com/literature/the-bus/</link><pubDate>April 24, 2023, 1:26 am</pubDate><image>https://latest.thedailyguardian.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/04/pic...-jpeg-300x200.jpg</image><category>Literature</category><excerpt>‘Baba, aren’t we rich?’ My six years old daughter Niva asked me. ‘What makes you ask that?’ I asked her. ‘Our neighbours have a two storeyed house. We live in a single storeyed house. Why don’t we live in a two storeyed house like them?’ She asked...</excerpt></item><item><title>The Champa Tree</title><link>https://latest.thedailyguardian.com/literature/the-bus/</link><pubDate>April 24, 2023, 1:26 am</pubDate><image>https://latest.thedailyguardian.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/04/pic...-jpeg-300x200.jpg</image><category>Literature</category><excerpt>The Champa tree, in front of my house, stood all decked up like a newlywed bride. It wasn’t much tall, almost of my height. It had branched out in all directions. There were the green leaves and fragrant white flowers with a tinge of yellow betwee...</excerpt></item><item><title>To the Fair&amp;#8230;</title><link>https://latest.thedailyguardian.com/literature/the-bus/</link><pubDate>April 24, 2023, 1:26 am</pubDate><image>https://latest.thedailyguardian.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/04/pic...-jpeg-300x200.jpg</image><category>Literature</category><excerpt>After undergoing the scalpel for hernia, I was homebound for two weeks. “Everyone is going to the village fair,” Niva my six years old daughter said. “We will go too,” I said. ‘But your hernia?’ ‘I will drive slowly.’ I said. ‘No. We can’t run the...</excerpt></item></author></feed>