Old memories...
Breaking through virtues, breaking through glory Of all that I assumed is a past is a story Its getting ahead is what matters now I may not know when, may not know how But alone I start this battle unknown Through the rough edges of past I think I have grown A dash of solitude a tint of will It’s a just a new beginning have to walk a long way still --- making a tryst with destiny …Amit Patil..age 23