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Revisiting an epitaph

14th March was the day when I discovered that 2 most significant scientific personalities Stephen Hawking and Albert Einstein were connected to one another and not just by science. Dr. H was born on the same day as Einstein died. And undoubtedly they had many things in common. 

An idea struck me like lightening. What if I was also related to someone like this. With the services of Mr. Google I found out that I was born on the same day as Jinnah died. Yes, that same Jinnah who wanted a Pakistan. And yeah that's the same day the unfortunate twin towers terror attack took place. The very next moment I found myself trying to shove the stupid stigma stricken thoughts out of my dumb head. I just wanted someone else to relate to. Why? I don't know. And I don't want to answer even if I know because of the horrors of what could come next. (But if you still want to know, here is my answer- I HATE politics.)

Well, I searched and searched and finally got another popular name. Mahadevi Verma, a Hindi poetess. Well yes!! I do write poetry. Maybe she is my muse. A female role model that I could look up to. 

As soon as I did this exercise I thought that I should share it with you fine people. Try it with yourself. You might get a path that suits you!!!  This will give us a chance to remember a person with unimaginable talent and a story that inspires. 
AAAAAAnd don't forget to mention yours in the comments.
See ya!!

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  1. Unknown25 April 2020 at 23:52

    14 March is celebrated as pi day and on the same day Einstein was born... another's coincidence...maybe not...maybe the universe has a plan after all

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