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The Train Home

Today was a cloudy day. But that's not what I came to say. As the train pierced through the flesh of darkness, deeper and deeper it went. To the heart of darkness. Little huts with kerosene afterglows weaved a dream into the darkness. Like the silver of a full moon night. Only yellower. Only mellower. Only more magical. The wind was full of promises of fulfillment, if you listened carefully. Breaths were lifted in the wind till they went out of the doors on the opposite, way up. They met the sighs from long back and exchanged pleasanteries. But you could not hear that.

Night

And so she smiled and cried
in silent rivers of reason meandering
by the wild flower that smelled of
coconut water.

The evening star was melting
in the Eastern skies,
meanwhile.

The breeze flew a bedlam flight
in memories of a salty sea
that called to you when you passed by,
held you in a gaze longing.

The sand was warm when a voice echoed
'Curtains'-
The night sky fell as the rivers looked.

I am excaaite!

This is my first mobile Blogging post! I know a million people have
been doing this for some time now. Still. I am super excited :)

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Bejan Daruwallah

I know this year will be tough. There is so much that will change. For the first time I see myself face to face with real problems. Problems that are not ideological or emotional but purely survivalistic. Includes getting out of home and fending for my own. There is not much that I can not do. At home I do most of the things that anyone running a house/family can be expected to. But it's not the same. Somehow. Not that I'm complaining. I'm just anxious. Life will never be the same again. Umm, that is all I have to say about that.