It was a fine day at school. Unfortunately, I have forgotten which class it was. Our teacher wrote the following on the blackboard.
That's how I came to know about a man who shaped so much of my aspirations and dreams. Who I wanted to become in life. From playing with seashells on the beaches of Rameshwaram to building missiles for India, his life touched millions. And will continue to do so.
The same feeling is rushing into me as I write about him. Magnified. I will never meet him anymore. Yet another dream engulfed by the tides of time.
Avul Pakir Jainulabdeen Abdul Kalam
Missile Man of India
That's how I came to know about a man who shaped so much of my aspirations and dreams. Who I wanted to become in life. From playing with seashells on the beaches of Rameshwaram to building missiles for India, his life touched millions. And will continue to do so.
I remember a time, when there was a rumor of him visiting my hometown. We were all excited. I spent hours interacting with my father about the questions I would ask him. I was so desperate that I kept pleading my father to arrange any means possible. But as most of the rumors go, it turned out to be false. That day, I experienced my first heartbreak. I matured a little that night - thinking about the cruel joke, fate played on me.
The same feeling is rushing into me as I write about him. Magnified. I will never meet him anymore. Yet another dream engulfed by the tides of time.
The only solace I have now is the fact that time itself couldn't defeat such men.
They have the Wings of Fire afterall!
They have the Wings of Fire afterall!
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