“To be dwelling long for a month to come took away precious days of my own. August was a month of mirth and laughter and fun and triumphs but a part of my mind believed September held something better for me. Life was full of surprises and merriments but little did it bring me any good. The sun rose with the same enthusiasm everyday and the people around me did the same. They rose with a dream to do something productive which would make their tomorrows better.” PeopleLaughterEnthusiasmMonthAutumn Sun Book:A Play of the Cosmos: Script of the Stars Source: A Play of the Cosmos: Script of the Stars