As one grows... old or wise.. one starts collecting and recollecting  wisdom alongwith guilt and regret, of moments spent ,of lessons learnt. It is at such times one realises the magic or should I say secret of one's journey. The lessons collected seem to be all that the greats of all times have always told us or left behind them in the form of works of art or science. Lessons which have withstood the tests of time.simple lessons.... Poetry of Rabindranath Tagore, paintings of Leonardo da vinci, plays of Shakespere, Dnyaneshwari by Dnayaneshwar. It is as if time is leaving us clues... to experience the entire universe and the truth of time in one lifetime through all these works...

The drama of the universe is coming to its end ,I believe
what better consolation than words of greats, to relieve
the tiredness in bones and the hopelessness in the hearts
cause, words were born even before we turned in the womb of time...