"If there is one place on the face of earth where all the dreams of living men have found a home from the very earliest days when man began the dream of existence, it is India."
India, as depicted by Mark Twain is a cradle of human race, the birthplace of human speech, the mother of history, the grandmother of legend and the great grandmother of tradition. India is a strong diversity with its story lingering through its artefacts and history.
Times have come and gone by but the soil is still memoirs of the past, the rivers still flowing with those beautiful ripples on the banks and the morning's are still spent with the sound of bells ringing in the temples. Not to forget the first church bell ringing, the sound of the morning prayer at the mosque and the melody of the Gurbani at Gurudwara.