A month to go from today...

Hello Readers!
A very Good Morning.

It's 1st April
...................................hey, some1 is calling you there, Please Go.....................
                      ...................................hey, there is a Cockroach behind you............................
                                     And it was an April Fool....
All those old memories of school when every1 used to make april fool on 1st april !

A Year has 12months...
Each month has some unique feature....
Like The January month is known for the new beginnings, a new start, fulfillment of a New Year Resolution which has been made..
I have always loved to turn the page of a calendar for a new month and especially for a new year.
For myself it just seems so refreshing to have that new page with nothing written on it that allows me to start all over again with scheduling and plan making.

I am reminded of the time when I was a young girl in school.  As the school day progressed, the blackboard would become more and more filled with math equations, spelling words, instructions, etc.  It became quite messy with all the erasures and rewriting.  And yet the next morning when we returned to school, there was a clean slate.  It looked brand new, and the teacher could start all over again to fill it with whatever she chose.

And this time the april 2016. I just want that please pass it soon. As, this is the last month of the 4years Journey of Engineering. Eagerly Waiting for the end. I know its not gonna pass so easily , because in between the submissions, final exam to be given.
And in the last, Packing the stuffs to take a break and rest for the short period of time to enter the new college for my post graduation studies.

Bye,,,

Wonderheart

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and
said “Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.“ The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were
missing. The people stared – how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought?

The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state
and laughed. "You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.” “Yes,” said the old man, “Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges – giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his
offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.

The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since