A host of people.

The idea just fluttered into my mind, one fine day, in between conversations. I teased a friend about writing a book on him and lightening struck.

Maybe not a book, but how about a blog? A post per person. For the ways the individual touched my life, left me changed…either happy or shattered. The one realisation stays true. That no matter the amount of happiness or sorrow brought along by that person, he/she have made me what I am today.

For good or for bad, I owe my life to them.

My independent being is shaped by them, and for that sole reason…

My personal tribute to the ‘host of people’ in my life! 🙂

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