The Arts of Real Happiness

Dear Fahimuddin Sir, I want to share the voice of my heart ❤ with you today. As I got up in the morning today, I picked up my phone to see messages as I do usually. I received many wishes of TEACHER'SDAY from my students and it flashed my memory of the past when I use to receive gifts from my students on this occassion. But their wishing words made my eyes wet today. I was willing to gift you something on this occasion but your prolonged illness saddened and morally compelled me to gift you not any bouquet or pen&diary but Dua and good wishes. Sir, to be honest, I wish to tell you that in the formation of my personality there has been a significant role of my teachers, variously. Others taught me many values but Sorrowfully I tell you many of them are Mismatching with their words and action. The great thing in you which motivates me to express my heart is that-- ' articulation of your tongue and action of your deeds& duties are matching. This is the reason

My dearest sisterly friends,   I have been willing to share the buzzing story of my heart since when we became familiar with each other. But I am extremely sorry to say that I can't express what I really feel because I am linguistically handicapped to express the same. But in my best capacity let me try... " The most beautiful thing in this world can't be seen and even touched. They must be felt with heart " .....Hellen Keller. Conditionally, World is so various, so beautiful and meaningful. For someone like me, there is no linguistic sign to sketch the loveliness of the universe. I personally can not screen or display the beauty and charms of the world by words but I can just feel by heart and imagine by thought. On the contrary, this world might be the hell instead of paradise, dark instead of light, black instead of colour. It depends on personal experience and mindset of the people. An old experience I would like to share with you, my beloved sis