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The journey is supposedly better than the destination- A lifelong pursuit to complete our mission. The Engineer of my life who embarked me on this train; A ride slumberous and galloping at times, took me through the meandering dark tunnels, yellow sunflower fields, the storms and pelting rains... I embrace this train journey- the distant blurred views, the exhilarating rhythm, the wavering pace; and as it takes a menacing speed, the unsettled wind whipping on my face. I look back at the platforms gone by; desolate and abandoned... Once waited upon, now alone they stand! Life's indeed a train ride, a joyride of emotions, where wanderers leave and join, at many stations; By the end of my expedition, few seats lie empty; Tracks of yesterday, still cognizant; my heart besieged by memories plenty! Wishing a joyous journey to the passengers who remain, until another day- at another place and another time, we meet again; I hear the train whistle, finally arrives my location. Time to bid all adieu, I have now reached my perennial destination! Tanaya Roy Choudhuri 13 th April 2020
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 2:12 PM UTC
The Train Journey
The journey is supposedly better than the destination- A lifelong pursuit to complete our mission. The Engineer of my life who embarked me on this train; A ride slumberous and galloping at times, took me through the meandering dark tunnels, yellow sunflower fields, the storms and pelting rains... I embrace this train journey- the distant blurred views, the exhilarating rhythm, the wavering pace; and as it takes a menacing speed, the unsettled wind whipping on my face. I look back at the platforms gone by; desolate and abandoned... Once waited upon, now alone they stand! Life's indeed a train ride, a joyride of emotions, where wanderers leave and join, at many stations; By the end of my expedition, few seats lie empty; Tracks of yesterday, still cognizant; my heart besieged by memories plenty! Wishing a joyous journey to the passengers who remain, until another day- at another place and another time, we meet again; I hear the train whistle, finally arrives my location. Time to bid all adieu, I have now reached my perennial destination! Tanaya Roy Choudhuri 13 th April 2020
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 2:12 PM UTC
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