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Agra, Uttar Pradesh

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. Sit quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself. So much of our time is preparation, so much is routine, and so much retrospect, that the path of each man's genius contracts itself to a very few hours. Some desire is necessary to keep life in motion. Our talents are the gift that God gives to us... What we make of our talents is our gift