A nation's culture resides in the hearts and in the soul of its people. Mahatma Gandhi

A nation's culture resides in the hearts and in the soul of its people. Mahatma Gandhi

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I dream of an India that is prosperous, strong and caring. An India, that regains a place of honour in the comity of great nations. Atal Bihari Vajpayee

Let freedom never perish in your hands. - Joseph Addison

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