“ Free me as free is the forest fire, as is the thunder that laughs aloud and hurls defiance to darkness. Rabindranath Tagore
“ To thee, to thee, my fire! Thou hast been burning in my heart all these futile years. If my life were a piece of gold it would come out of its trial brighter, but it is a trodden turf of grass, and no… Rabindranath Tagore
