This may be a long post. It may not be even coherent and lucid, yet I am gonna pour in all that comes to my mind about Dr.Kalam. To install a method to the madness, I am gonna spilt my narrative into 3 parts
happening in three separate time periods, and by chance approximately equally spaced (1st around 2000-2001, 2nd around 2008 and 3rd 2015)
This was way back in 2000. The world trade center stood tall (hell, I didn’t know what it was then). I was in my class 7. Unusually, I became a good student that year. The primary reason for which was I had a male class teacher who took individual care of my studies. I used to visited the school library perched in a corner on the first floor of my school every evening. I was able to do so because I used commute back home through the town bus, the earlier ones are usually crowded , so I used to stay for an hour or so in the library every evening...