After reading Fountainhead recently, I realize so profoundly that art stays timeless…Written in 1943 spanning over 704 pages , It’s a story of an architect Howard Roark who through his authenticity and mere passion for his work had challenged the second hands around and their potentials. He did not follow others blindly; the conditioning was suffocating for him since he followed the road less travelled. He, the rebel conquers over the typical conservatisms who felt threatened by his innovativeness. To me it seemed like I am through with an epic…like Ramayana where the good wins over evil. I am so enriched having read this book and feel that it’s a like polio drop, a mandatory for readers who are growing, anyone who can read and comprehend. It throws good light over various philosophies of life, some live as exhibitionist for others, some live as martyrs, and few live purely with a free soul….Its also a love story and quite a text book for the artists, especially architects The protagonist naturally is so appealing, that one can easily fall in love with him although only fraction of the book covers his character. I felt sad towards completing this book, my parting with Howard Roark. It’s that planet in the literary sky which breathes….insanely beautiful work of art. Only recommended for minds aspiring to mature.