Through My Eyes....

When we see people around us so, we are very curious to know their stories because everyone who takes birth in this world comes with a unique story like when a person comes near you and asks for money so, we are supposed to think like that he has been forced to ask money from us because of his destiny and on the other hand when we see a person driving a car so, he is rich only because of his destiny. There is nothing more mysterious than destiny – of a person, of our species, of our planet or of the universe itself.  -  Brian Swimme Here a question arises that does destiny really play any role in the life of the particular person?  Or the people who are either driving the car or begging on the road have written their stories by themselves because we are grown up listening to thought by the 2nd richest person in the world “Bill Gates” which is “If you are born poor its not your mistake but if you die poor it's your mistake”. The assumption is based on ...

Some months ago, I met a girl from Kolkata, a perfect example of the brain with beauty. I do not have words to explain her beauty, skills, and enthusiasm as she is always ready to help others. As I see in her eyes there is a lot, she wants to share and discuss. I am nothing to tell about her but a friend cum teammate at the place where we met. Some days back I was thinking about her that how would she living her life thereafter decided to write some lines on her life. I really feel contentment that I am writing something about her life because there are some people whom you meet and always keep them in your heart.  Every person has a different story and she would also have a story; a story from Kolkata to Noida, a story of struggle she did, a story which she might want to share and maybe she would have shared with her close ones. I know very well how does it feel when you leave your family and move to another place, it is not easy to live and spend time alone a...