Shocked, the teacher rushed out and brought back the headmistress. Throughout the rest of the period, both of them tried to figure out who set off the bomb and gave us lectures on our rowdy behaviour.  
This is not a story. There is no romance in here, nor are there page-turning, thrilling moments. Rather, this book is about a dream both you and I share&mdashto make India a better place.  
In cigarettes, we have pictures of blackened lungs on the packs. But packets of potato chips dont bear the picture of an obese heart patient, right?  
Smoke is beautiful weightless and shapeless, it almost appears as deceptively powerless as the person releasing it, yet, it comes from within and rises above us all. Crap,