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A little sunlight falls on the front mirror of bus ,get refracted and falls on the book "The Monk who sold his ferrari"written by Robin Sharma that i was reading while sitting in the cabin of the school bus with my friends Rahul and Vipul .We were hostelers of Gyanniketan school and going for a trip from Patna to Rajgir.Hostelers of 10th and 12th class were allowed for the trip inspite of preboard exams of class 12 were starting from the next day .But ,the relief point is that the first paper was of english .While i was reading the book ,one of my junior of class 10 speak in high tone that listen everybody Mani don sir were reading (they call me don ,but why they say ,actually i also don't know). I told him that this isn't the course book.This is novel .He stop teasing me .But after a few minutes later they speak same typeOf nonsence .l understand the mentality of these junior .They look so happy .They try to enjoy every second of these trip and i was searching joy in novel.l kept the book inside my bag and looking forward through the window of the bus .........................................................I had deleted this journal from my account because I wanted that people focus on my journal'Waiting'.Now ,it's right time to republish these journal.