Sometimes I write things which I cannot explain WHY later on, not that I dont want to..but because I dont know why I write them. I feel this is getting infectious with some friends also comming up with blogs, and me coming up with posts almost every week. So from now onwards I would not write anything which I cant comprehend (atleast). But then it hurts to leave this post like this.
So here is one of those pieces, these pieces are silly (insane suits btr) and generally have some sense almost alien to our lifes. Nevertheless I publish (reasons being the same -- its free and I had enough time to waste).
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As I sit here in this compartment, I see empty seats; abandoned for roadside worker. Most of the passengers are quite unlike every trip I made. There is a hint of laziness and happiness in their faces, they are content with what they did and got in return today.
They do simple things of extraordinary importance (polish shoe for someone going for a very important meeting with a client etc). Then often these hawkers with all sorts of snacks, tea and sweets; a small treat for those these compartment, mean everything. Its almost a festival and I feel great to be a part of it, they are chatting often discussing thir daily work and some politics as well. I was joined by these four students in last station, no one of them understand a word in hindi or english. But I had enough luck to get a piece of paper and a pen.We seem to be so different, but yet so similar are our senses to feel everything exactly in the same manner as other. In less than thirty mins I wll be there, by her. I hope, I could carry this experience to her without tampering its smallest detail.
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Im off to home, hope to see u soon.
HAPPY PUJAs!!!!!
cheerz
LA
LA
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