Libraries are little pockets on this vast planet where I can rest and awaken at once.
When knowledge starts speaking, ‘I’ become silent.
Books, neatly shelved, call upon me, to sit down and explore a new world.
But today, the choice is simple.
“Clad in a saffron fabric
A body strong, soul divine and eyes dynamic
Actions significant
Heart of a lion
Voice like a thunder
On his strength, I wonder.”
Today, I choose to soak in the silence with SWAMI VIVEKANANDA.
“Tales of his courage are many
From Bengal came this tiger
To rescue weak hearts
Ignite intention,
And fuel their journeys with motivation ceaselessly.”
I dive deep into his words and sense his energy.
“He is the son of Mother Divine
Incarnated to illuminate
The loose ends of individual and national stories
UPLIFTMENT was the cry
WIth every foot step he took on this planet.”
Vivekanda’s vibrance melts minutes into hours and the library suddenly becomes a stage where I meet myself again.
This paper cave ignites the caves of my heart.
Vivekanda follows me, as I shut the book and marches with me as I step out of the library.
A silent hand parents me, nourishes my soul and vanquishes my ignorance.
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