That place really is a library with books of all genre. It makes us to flip every page irrespective of our wish. Stepping into, facing strangers and leaving out, parting our bits of soul. Completing our under graduate degree in bachelors of life here, we look into the world with a new vision. There are many pages that stay in our mind with all the colours and some stay as black days. But when we notice the letters of each phrase in this book, we might have missed many lessons hiding behind it. People with shades in their faces, changing the base colours with respect to time have to be hailed as teachers. I'm proud to say that I had many teachers. Some took lessons on possessiveness. Few took care of insisting hard work. Some group chanted the art of gossip. A beautiful group portraying love stories. There was a team where talents over-loaded. Interesting people preaching the philosophy of life. Some unforgetables taught to make heaven out of hell. There were few who safe-guarded at times, lent shoulders to cry at times, acted as a mirror at times, and at last there was the saint who gave a push to my inner passion as a result, here this is posted...
The saint's words:: " take the rage, put it on a page, take the page to the stage, blow the roof off the place".
Just the word Merci is not enough for them...I owe them with no number... :)
THANK YOU GURUJI...this what the title says...