It feels like there was another balcony nearby and I was there observing all these without blinking my eyes. I saw everything that was exhibited and felt every emotions they were trying to hide. Everything seems so familiar. Timid and modest introvert (nerd??), school merit list, stxc (PhysicsA?? ), MOE ( Indian embassy ??? ). and a Big ENGINEERING. Even smaller things don't go unnoticed. Fountain pens, mayur avyash pustika, suburban rumors and gossips, pot holes. Oh my my .... So nostalgic, uffffff..... All these from a gifted narrator. I am feeling grateful to you. Thank you. I saw that slab from where Manoj saw Pawan grew up to be able to laugh at his puerile goofs. I saw the slab from where Manoj observed the world. Each day he entered his room from that slab, I found him wiser than before. I want your “Happiness by itself is like Specific Gravity, it has no unit. It’s the ratio of how you feel any particular day divided by your memories. Today that ratio is very low for me.” on the next edition of Wisdom. "An invisible man thanks manoj to ease the awkward situation" is for Barlett's. And for Manoj ........ So if you want to love me then darlin' don't refrain Or I'll just end up walkin' In the cold November rain Thanks a lot , sum_off .............