Wondrously transparent was its grandeur- which enamored the world with
the charm of invincible substance- for the greatest benefit of the
living kind,

Brilliantly optimistic was its presentation- rekindling fresh rays of
hope and compassion in a planet usurped within the mortuaries of a
meaningless war,

Majestically opulent was its flamboyant demeanor- as it ensured that
truth prevailed in its own inimitable aura- and was perseveringly
harnessed from its fragrant roots,

Marvelously resplendent was its victorious trail- reaching out to the
absolute best and awarding symbiotic humanitarian existence with
laurels of humble goodness,

Humanitarianly humble; yet astoundingly mighty were its deeds- as it
accredited the true worth of success and insurmountable achievement-
with the honor it deserved,

Selflessly sensational were its headlines- as people of all religion;
caste; creed and color united under a single roof of unparalleled
love- to congratulate a fresh voice of promise,

Gloriously embracing were its altruistic palms- as it unabashedly
invited the common man as well as the super celebrity to browse its
website- wherein lay the most impeccable pearls of literature on the
most fascinating aspects of existence,

Bounteously charismatic were its foundations- which evolved the most
idealistic civilization of love; peace; friendship; dignity;
integrity; peace and religious equality,

Triumphantly enriching were its medallions- which reinforced faith in
the ability to pursue conviction and let it uninhibitedly fructify
into the fruits of joyous positivity,

Irrefutably fearless were its decisions- as it poignantly accoladed
the most deserving candidates in their respective fields-
wholeheartedly appreciating talent and effort where it royally lay,

Marvelously magnanimous were its ceremonies- where the most intrepid
of laureates had their own inimitably natural opinions- on their
chosen paths in blessed life,

Honestly unbiased were its intentions- as it ingeniously segregated
human fields of achievements into the most outstanding categories-
defining peace; love; brotherhood and the betterment of the living
kind,

Handsomely benevolent were its goals- as it patronized any form of
goodness that lit up besmirched darkness with the profoundly sublime
rays of togetherness and humanity,

Magnetically alluring was its charm- as it broke barriers of
discomfort – facilitating inspired dialogue between you and the
individual they crowned as their esteemed laureate,

Ardently persevering were its ideals- as it embarked on its zealously
fulfilling mission of instilling solidarity amidst humanity- with its
philanthropic commitment to mankind,

Beautifully bonding was its empowering feel- as what transpired at its
prize giving function- was the world feeling more resourcefully
enriched with the goodness of creation,

Indeed it was as “Nobel” as its name which is the “Nobel Prize” .

It can also be further visited at its website – NobelPrize.org .

And as a true citizen of my sacrosanct motherland India- I, Nikhil
Parekh,  offer it my humble salutations !

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Not her daintily bountiful feet- which were the source of life in its uninhibited fullest in the brilliantly sunlit household,

Not her incongruous mumbling in the middle of the night; as she restlessly tossed and turned from one periphery of the King poster bed to another,

Not her vividly carefree artistry- which splashed color and gregarious charm  – resuscitating fresh life into the solitarily deadened canvas,

Not her streak for emulating fashion- earnestly trying to be a trendsetter in her own pristine self- as she swayed joyfully under the stars in the royally moonlit night,

Not her unpredictable temperament- which flared up at the tiniest of provocation to box everyone around her and then tranquilly quell as a silent stream to eventually merge with the sea,

Not her intriguing genius that captivated the attention of the brightest in the world- as she collaged thin bits of obsolete waywardness to harness new dimensions of creativity,

Not her mischievously uninhibited smile- that led me merrily dancing  in the surreal velvet of clouds- envisaging earth the most blessedly beautiful place to be,

Not her inherently philanthropic streak- her magnanimously diminutive persona which donated without inhibition- even whilst the richest of the richest sneered in contempt,

Not her gorgeously unruffled hair which marked her identity as one who loved to play and revel in the glory of enchanting music- occasionally running the hair comb through her dolls,

Not her sipper which she clung to with ecstatic fervor and unparalleled joy- whilst suckling droplets of impeccable milk at dawn,

Not her victorious enthusiasm to relish existence to its exhilarating fullest- as her sacredness was a treasured gift from Lord Almighty to do and disseminate good around her,

Not her pedaling her cycle with new found spurts of energy- as she raced past the finishing line and immediately hugged me with invincible zeal to celebrate her monumental feat,

Not her unfettered sighs of admiration as she browsed television- garlanding her favorite actors and actresses with tiny claps in her perception,

Not her unshakeable flair for choosing the right match of food at the right time- as she was one poignant aficionado of pungent taste and spice- making her meal a vibrant delight,

Not her unbridled passion for adventure as she made new friends irrespective of caste; creed; religion or tribe- explored new and natural pathways lugged on my shoulders in a piggy-back,

Not her artistically molded fingers with which she shaped clay into the choicest shapes of intricacy- and admirably wrote in handsome calligraphy upon listless paper- in a tenacity to succeed,

Not her magnetic ability to grasp things that she liked- and then form a story of the various characters she perceived- fearlessly reciting the same to adult audience in her own unduplicated aura,

Not her rushing to me like wounded crop at the tiniest fall which happened quite inadvertently with the floor- and then I compassionately circled her in my arms showing her the fecund fields outside,

But what bowled me over. Was my baby daughter’s originality.

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