A Short Journey

A Short Journey 

13th Dec 2013
Today i walk upto the wine shop for an auto to Botanical garden alone, that was a time for analysis and self evaluation.
I thought of every moment what life showed us and will show in every aspect. Every one was busy even hurried up to get there work done, but i was too relaxed as per physical movement was concerned but inner self was fighting with my thoughts and analyzing things.
At every xing mens were in hurry to get back to there home & to be with their loved ones.
They maintained a good pace with life, i too had  a feeling living life not for me but for the one whom i loved the most.
Even, i also did it, i ran to catch bus from Noida Sec 15 to Nizamuddin at early 6 o clock at times i planned my visit to Agra, This thought came to my mind at time i was crossing the first xing of Gol-Chakkar.

So no offenses to all those who were in urgency.
During the complete short journey from Sec15 to Botanical, i had lot to remember and lot to cherish, past memories flashed in my mind. The time we spend at Sec15 after coming back from office, then the seasons first rain when we were completely wet at sector 18, walking down the lane of rushy Atta Market was felt like all Internet and Global Clock were frozen when you were with me, my life was only you and rest all other things seemed to be of least importance. But now that rush became fuss or Jam for me.

Later moving ahead for botanical Garden Metro, the time we spend and a cup of coffee we had sitting at the stair case was the best time we had, being wet and drop of water falling and having a cup of coffee at place where no body can enjoy it, but we enjoyed it, not because coffee was aw-sum but your presence was marvelous. To be frank enough the coffee at CCD was also not phenomenon but being with you was the best part.
So during 15 min of my journey i had at least an years though waving and shaking my mind.
I turned my face and walked beyond it, and i did not like to give a damn view to the place we visited to avoid the intimation of love and affection.
But the fact is i always feel and think of you, i know you might be thinking of me (14th Dec 2013, 1:34AM).
My heart is so soft that even in a wind of emotion it will break it down to the river of Tears.