The train has just started moving. I procured my favorite seat with a cup of coffee. The aroma of coffee took me back to warmth of memories…mamma’s coffee…her warm hugs…my first love…waves…sea…rain…
The hot wind matters no more neither do the scorching sun. I love the world of Jinn’s and Gandharvan. Dreams…Dreams…Dreams…Dreams devoured my coffee or the coffee devoured my dreams. Still bitterness and sweetness remains, clinging to the brim…afraid to shatter…yet unable to unite. The empty cup with coffee stains cling on…unable to go off…unable to let it go…it was easy bUt “NO”. The train is gathering momentum. Wind unleashed its power and Nature overpowers…I lost my grip…the cup is gone!!! Gone forever… gone with the wind… into wilderness. The transposed feeling of emptiness hammers in my head…the feeling of getting lost…losing something, anything, everything…the threat of uncertainty?? bUt am not unhappy…am waiting …awaiting for another cup of coffee…yet another…still another…to enjoy…to empty and to alienate.
The hot wind matters no more neither do the scorching sun. I love the world of Jinn’s and Gandharvan. Dreams…Dreams…Dreams…Dreams devoured my coffee or the coffee devoured my dreams. Still bitterness and sweetness remains, clinging to the brim…afraid to shatter…yet unable to unite. The empty cup with coffee stains cling on…unable to go off…unable to let it go…it was easy bUt “NO”. The train is gathering momentum. Wind unleashed its power and Nature overpowers…I lost my grip…the cup is gone!!! Gone forever… gone with the wind… into wilderness. The transposed feeling of emptiness hammers in my head…the feeling of getting lost…losing something, anything, everything…the threat of uncertainty?? bUt am not unhappy…am waiting …awaiting for another cup of coffee…yet another…still another…to enjoy…to empty and to alienate.
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