Everyone gets a life to live, but very few of us have the privilege to do so. Yet my heart embraces a sense of accomplishment thinking about those early days, when even the existence in a city like New Delhi was never less than a struggle in itself. In those mundane struggles of routine hardships was hidden the essence of life. Riding a bus, getting into metro, going to a shopping place; all seemed full of struggle yet I cherish those moments profoundly in my heart.
Keeping pace with your life, many times, becomes a tedious task. But somewhere down the memory lane, those unimportant moments of glory brings the utmost satisfaction. Those victorious moments brings the real meaning of life to our existence.
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