Genius: 2012: newyorker.com http://www.newyorker.com/online/video/conference/2007/gladwell

You will never return my dearest Nana but in my heart you are love locked, from up above the heavenly bode surely you can see us all. You walked me to school, you lulled me to sleep, and you taught me lessons of life. You are gone so is your pain but those speaking eyes of yours still wake me up in pain, there was something which you tried to convey was it desiring more life or was it to let you peacefully go?? Walking down the memory lanes the heart still aches of the fondest memories of our golden days. You got all the solutions of our problems be it Mathematics, Accountancy or language lessons. Those summer vacations spent playing alongside relishing the mango bites of our own Bagh. To see you die on the hands of a child whom you grew up on ur lap was the most hard part to bear with, but fortunate was he who rested you in peace. Practicality declares don't lament on and grief for what is lost....Life goes on, people move on, things go on but memories never die and they stay forever in our hearts of our most dearly ones.

May God give peace to your soul dearest of all Nana.

Pain, despair.... worst days and worse to follow, can't stay positive too hard

Some never understand, some often misunderstood..worst of all those who neither understand nor are understood. A pinch of understanding is better compared to a bowl of misunderstandings. Why understand more than that is required?? Something's better be left to nature cuz its comprehensions are supreme.