Mrs. M., the senior librarian, entered the library building of Boston University at 11 in the morning. She used the elevator and reached the 5th floor to enter her cabin. Settled herself and looked around through the glass panel. Only a couple of students were seen scanning some books. Mrs. M wondered whether that treasure of knowledge was being utilized by the students effectively for carrying out research work. She got the idea of doing some project work herself along with some students. She wanted to see the effectiveness of attracting students to this wealth of knowledge to do some real exploration. Lost in thoughts, she saw a young boy in his twenties hurriedly enter the section on Theology. That was Satish. He did not know where to start his research work to solve the mystery of Cosmos as depicted in the religious books. He was so confused that he did…
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