It’s always nice to be loved yet it’s nicest to be respected.
And if you could manage both, the world is yours.
I spent four years of my B.A Honors watching through this window of girls’ common room.
My 2 or three free hours got consumed sitting there and watching how the light comes through and illuminates the whole darkness of old room.
I used to think how light finds its way inside. I always got hopeful and energetic whenever I observed the play of sunrays with the navy-blue curtains, brown furniture and dusty carpet. In no time the whole room embraced the light .I liked it the moment most when darkness surrender itself in front of light.
I want the same play in my other areas of life.