"Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it." ― Rumi And this is what happened with Shravan Malhotra, an MBA student, a poetry lover; when an unknown girl with an S.T initial shook his world and turned it into sheer bliss. Excerpt: "The soul has been given its own ears to hear things the mind does not understand." - Rumi His eyes lingered...not on those lines, but the little cursive line written under Rumi's powerful words. "what if they are soulless..." He had been looking at those words for exactly twenty minutes, mere words, but...someone had written this, may be they were not in a good mood, or may be...he took out his pen and twirled between his thumb and index finger... He felt stupid, but still he couldn't hold back, "Expecting everyone to understand you is your greatest downfall..." He closed the book and put it again at the same place on the rack from where he had taken it down. Disclaimer: I tried to write something different this time. Hope I didn't disappoint.