May7th
A large part of writers have a certain source of
inspiration. While mine comes from Nature I feel my writing won’t be what it is
if it was not for a particular person who I consider to be my teacher. It is
fascinating how someone can influence someone else just through their words.
Every time I read his works, I feel my mind taking a turn
and seeing everything in a novel perspective. He has the ability to take the ordinary
and bring out the extraordinary in them. His was the only writing that has made
me cry not because it is sad but because of just how beautiful it is.
India celebrates him. India worships his writings. India
holds his words in the highest position.
I worship the man behind the words. The silent soul that weaved
magic through a pen.
Today is the 156th birth anniversary of
Rabindranath Tagore, the man who changed the way I looked at everything.
In the words of W.B.Yeats , ‘(Tagore’s) lyrics…display in
their thoughts a world I have dreamed of all my life long.’
Happy Birthday, Sir.
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