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| "It was tranquil! Only the howling wind | |
| echoing off the gigantic mountains. | |
| The world seemed so distant | |
| and I was on top of it." | |
| "It traveled the dense greenery, | |
| crossed the violent seas, | |
| hurdled over the mountains, | |
| glided down the glaciers." | |
| "O' dear, why give me back? | |
| Keep it in the deepest pocket of your bag, | |
| or among the last pages of your scrapbook. | |
| But why give me back?" | |
| "The dusks whispered to me that- | |
| death is darker than the moonless sky, | |
| and colder than the winter nights. | |
| The days taught me that- | |
| birth is brighter than the infant sun, | |
| and warmer than his lustrous rays. | |
| I died countless times, | |
| resurrected and started again. | |
| But the life between them remained untaught." | |
| "The summer vacation was- | |
| coming to a halt then. | |
| I was left alone in my house, | |
| away from my friends, the study etc. | |
| There was a thing on the terrace- | |
| that drew my attention." | |
| "That stone once could've been a- | |
| piece of a giant star. | |
| It might be a microscopic fraction of- | |
| that red giant I simply hold in my hand. | |
| Millions and millions of years ago | |
| it played a part of a star, | |
| but now resting on my palm-cold." | |
| "That silly piece of stone can tell me a story. | |
| A story without a definite beginning nor an end. | |
| A story that spreads over millions of years. | |
| It can tell me the whole story of the human race, | |
| the story about our earth the beginning of life, | |
| the story about our sun, | |
| the formation of entire solar system. | |
| A tremendously great story that lies- | |
| beyond the boundary of our imagination." | |
| "From this day onwards, for a year | |
| I should constrict my eyes to the things | |
| that can help me in the study, | |
| not that things I've to learn from." | |
| "I went through my thick text books, | |
| moth eaten pages of History, | |
| still expanding volume of Science, | |
| the secrets of life that always wondered me | |
| and the mystifying text book of nature- | |
| written by the god himself." | |
| "The sun is now above my head | |
| Up in the zenith, firing his fire bullets. | |
| Dazzling light of the sun | |
| Made me blind - literally. | |
| But my eyes were tired so | |
| I gave them a rest for a while." | |
| "Birds were flying away…… | |
| Yellow dead leaves were falling | |
| down in the western wind. | |
| The machine bird went on cutting | |
| the silence of the night by its groaning …. | |
| After all ….it was silence….. | |
| Dead silence….. | |
| Nature is in sleep….world is in sleep | |
| It's time to sleep, I’m in sleep……….." | |
| "I don’t know what will I choose | |
| Computer game or the sky. | |
| Really I was in sleep till now - | |
| In deep sleep……. | |
| It’s time to wake up to | |
| A new world - my own world." | |
| "It made change | |
| in my personality. | |
| It was the spirit who | |
| made my life easy." | |
| "It took very much time to | |
| realize that the spirit was myself | |
| It was within me, | |
| was a part of me. | |
| It was me who defeated | |
| myself!!!" | |