This is my 100th post on my blog. So, here is a little tribute from me to all those who have moulded me into what I am today.
I am like a stone on the bank of a river. Many others stones come rolling along with the flow of the water. They lie at the bank for sometime. They do their duty. In their free time, they talk to me. They share their feelings and frustrations. They shape me a bit. I shape them a bit. Then, they move on. I feel like I am a historian. I am the custodian of their stories. The string of little moments spent with the different stones tell my life story. Grateful to all of them who have come in my life and shaped it.