Those minutes that I&#39;m on stage are the best! Being there and looking at the crowd and seeing their faces, hearing them sing the positive words from the songs.

I always thought clichés got a bum rap. Because, often, they're dead-on.

We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.

Every bit of effort
Like every drop of whole
Is complete 
With you!
Celebrate life!

Written By Akta Karanvirsingh Kalra

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