A woman, with hollow rod in her hand blowing away the diminished flames of half burnt dried wood sticks filling the surrounding with hazy smoke. The sound of crackling wood is hidden somewhere in the cough and her eyes partially filled with water (and not tears..) seem to shine with a dream unknown. Her life, which seem to be covered with sooty dust, to her is satisfying. But she knows she has wings which can fly high..!!
A child, watching some street boys playing football in the rain and enjoying every bit of his sight with frequent applause. Every drop of rain produce divine sensation when it touches his feet, that seem to be lost in splash sounds of boys but the child smiles with the hope that someday he would escape his unfortunate crippleness and join the dynamic gang of players feeling the fun of dashing through the street unobstructed. He knows he has wings which can fly high..!!
A child, watching some street boys playing football in the rain and enjoying every bit of his sight with frequent applause. Every drop of rain produce divine sensation when it touches his feet, that seem to be lost in splash sounds of boys but the child smiles with the hope that someday he would escape his unfortunate crippleness and join the dynamic gang of players feeling the fun of dashing through the street unobstructed. He knows he has wings which can fly high..!!
"We all are born with a divine fire in us. Our efforts should be to give wings to this fire and fill the world with the glow of its goodness."
- APJ Abdul Kalam
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