School is like a temple, where teachers are immortal.. And we are like an empty bottle. School is like a temple, where teachers are immortal.. And we are like an emp...

Day 1 - started with searching for a room, For a batch of 250 in the Economics class Day 1 - started with searching for a room, For a batch of 250 in the Economics c...

The incomplete notebooks. The incomplete notebooks.

My teacher sometimes becomes a weaver To weave her dreams and turns them My teacher sometimes becomes a weaver To weave her dreams and turns them

They are not stars They are no superhero They are not stars They are no superhero

Fighting friends judge somewhere And her heart was her justice. Fighting friends judge somewhere And her heart was her justice.