“My dear ones, can you define the word ‘hope’ for me?” the professor said looking at us with a confident smile
The girl by the side of the window said,” I believe it’s the voice of the soul.”
“The soul, huh? I admire your sight. What about you young man?” he asked looking at me.
“Sir, I believe it is just fatal expression of desire that one may experience in situations” I said with a dull smile.
“So you believe its another trick of the mind to catch hold off the blend of emotions and has no power and no influence on the world we live in ?” he replied .
“Indeed, sir” I said, thinking whether I held up a right stand.
“I believe it’s the strongest power that holds us, I remember my father’s eye in the hospital bed when he said keep faith. The world will keep you safe.” Said a guy sitting next to me with a certain charm in his voice.
“My dear ones, this universe is the creation of a powerful artist, some may call the brilliance god , some may feel it’s the nature of this universe or whatever. But the power of the creator lies in each one of us, if you believe in god you have to believe in his ascendance the very soul , if you believe in the science which runs parallel to creation then you have to believe that you are a part of the huge chemical reaction taking place to form the space time around you. So if you have that power, that ascendance, you can create. You’re a part of this universe as a compiler to the space around you! Your soul is like the power to think as the artist, and hope my dear friend is your expression, so remember! what you feel from the real depth of your own is the reason you experience what you experience in your life. And the soul , the power is a long way from your fancy thoughts the path is full of falls and heights but yet again if you hope to find your way , the universe will bend and cover some fiction stories.”