When my mind is doing its wandering act and trailing from thought to mental image to thought, this one widget keeps appearing like a news ticker, over the last 5 years:
Class 9 or 10:
Location : hallowed classroom of the erstwhile lah-di-dah Smt. Sulochanadevi Singhania School
All of us kids, poring over a fancy pencil box that belonged to one loaded kid.(I remember the kid :-))
A silvery grey and black narrow pencil box.
Now comes the fancy part- I remember that we kids were trying to solve a riddle that appeared on the box. I can only remember part of the riddle and I have sought it out on Google a gazillion times-you know how Google with its incredible predictive search jazz can do anything.
This one draws a blank though.
'Facing the son of genesis, one cannot help but think.....(cant remember here on)'
I remember the loaded kid, explaining to us, how no one in the world has ever been able to decipher it, her wide eyed stories of a mystery million dollar prize money and us li'il all-believing fantasy seeking children.
I'm stuck between figuring out what the riddle was and why this widget refuses to vaporize.
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