Yes! I'm an emotional fool.
I remember the lesson about Anne Frank that I learnt in my 9th grade, I guess. And I also remember the mark that it left on my mind, still intact but with increased effectivity. I remember all the thoughts that were dwelling in my mind, then. I remember the view of my classroom when I was learning about her. I remember it all, so well, that it still feels like yesterday. Such wonder, isn't it? All those things that imprint such deep marks in your life, even when the moments leave, that imprint doesn't fade away, rather it gets deeper and deeper with time. I am no less fan of her, even today. I see people around me, biggest fans of a certain actor or some others who die to get a single ticket of a certain pop concert. I find myself out of the crowd to tell people that one of my ultimate dream is to visit Anne Frank's museum in Amsterdam. Strange? I am no different until I decide to open up my thoughts and vision to people, that's when I feel like I'm so not among