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Beautiful Morning in Mumbai Local

The beautiful sun shining bright, Waiting for us to greet him in this glorious sight. The cold breeze blowing strong, Making us feel the weather isn't so wrong. Twinkling hope in people's eyes, Trying to understand what is wise. The heat of gushing blood rushing through the body, The sight of it isn't less than a comedy. One step ahead of the other, A little by little we begin to go further. Well only to realize we've been pushed back than nearer, Soon to panic and attack to make the path clearer. Whirling mob heading towards your ground, Like crazy chicken, people start to run around.
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Rain Rain come again for me to get an empty train

Then on the 6th day the God's of rain poured out generously - 3rd August 2019 It was moist and it was pleasant, And we were so pleased to travel alone. Rains, O unexpected rains! You bring us such unique experience. Waterlogging, trees are falling but nothing can stop us from reaching our destination. Puddles and potholes, Well, who cares! I'm indestructible. We may look all worn out, Shoes soaked with multicolor water, Our clothes made sweat and odor free.  As much trouble this rain causes, It brings calm and relieve, Traveling standing tirelessly we can finally find a seat. As empty as this train gets, As smooth as it runs, It is so beautiful and so peaceful. Rain! Rain! Come again for me to get an empty train.

For The One You Love

Countless sacrifices we make, Countless sufferings we go through. Hoping someday it will all get better, Hoping someday everything will change. But somehow it always feels the same, But somehow we don't feel the same. From a tiny little eaglet, We turn into a big bold Eagle. Learning to fight for what is yours, Learning to listen to your heart. Finding supernatural strength at the hour of weakness, Finding comfort and love at the hour of despair. This is for that the one you Love, This is for You to love yourself. You are my Weakness, You are my Strength. But mostly, You are the One I Love, Your true self.

The Curious Child

The little I hear the more I want to know The curiosity of a little child goes beyond my imagination I wonder where do all those questions come from? What triggers those wondering minds The space it has and dissects the whole world Just a little word is enough to trigger the And anyone dares to shut them cause they just won't The melody turns siren, and the siren goes straight to my brain. On and on they go on, non-stop, continuous, infinity and beyond! Till they finally feast on the thing they are looking for. Innocent little being, trusting you and me. Little lumps of clay, rolling and playing everywhere. Undoubtedly, they are a handful and wonderful Even the curiosity of a curious little child drives you crazy to the core But being with them makes you love them more and more.

Travel story

The Virar local. She: excuse me!?😠 (Angry and irritated) *both standing with their backs facing each other* Me: yes?😕 (Ignorant of her tone) She: ah! 😤 Me:  🤷‍♀️*confused* She: How are you standing! 😡 Why did you move this side and you've pushed me out of the line! Shift this side and stand. (a little space on the side) Me: But I have to get down at the next stop 😕. Why don't you shift a little and stand? (Standing in the opposite direction) She: How can I stand there! 😡🌋 If I stand there I will fall on this person standing in front of me! Me: Oh for you not to fall on her you have to hold the handle on top 👩 She: Don't try to teach me 😡. Why did you even come to this side! Me: Because I was making space for another person to stand as she like you has to get off at Vasai 😇 She: oh good you did that 🙄😒(sarcastically) Me: (brain refusing to process sarcasm)😇 thank you 😊 People are like a river, constantly moving f...

Weapon of every women

I always had a cautioning thought that if I'm in a situation where I need to defend myself what weapon would I use? My mother would tell me to fill a sock with stones and keep it as a weapon in my bag but I would come up with a counterattack that when someone is attacking me, I'll dig in my bag to search for my weapon? The weapon should be handy and can be used that very instant. Then this happened. I was returning from work and had just boarded the train, with a lot of struggle I managed to find a little space to stand comfortably. Since I had to get down at the next station I stood near the door behind the person who was getting off at the same station. I was all ready and prepared to get down but I had to make a quick judgment and space for an elderly woman as she too wanted to get down. In a flash of a second as soon as I was getting off the train one of the women from the crowded with her sharp object scratched me my arm. And OUCH! I screamed in pain! W...

A Vanilla journey

My dear Virar train You are such an important part of my life, I wonder what would I do without you. I fail to understand you how we have developed this relationship that no matter how harsh things get for us I still have this affection towards you that brings me tremendous joy. Every day is a new experience with you, and today out of all the other days is my favourite. I could breathe fresh and odourless air, stand comfortably with no one pushing me around or even grumbling of my presence, I could watch the scenery in peace with no obstructions. Indeed, it's a beautiful plain vanilla day.