While digging for some papers, I stumbled upon a piece of old paper, torn from a diary. This paper contained a paragraph from my school text book chapter, which was a short story by Rabindranath Tagore. It moved me so much, even at that young age, that I wrote it down and have preserved it now for more than 15 years!
Here it is….
When with evening the child of want lies down, dirty and hungry, in his squalid home, and hears of prince and princesses and fabled gold, then in the dark hovel with its dim flickering candle, his mind springs free from her bonds of poverty and misery, and walks in fresh beauty and glowing raiment, strong beyond all fear of hindrance, through that fairy realm where all is POSSIBLE.