And it goes on till forever…

Till forever turns into yesterday…

Why do all good things come to an end…that’s a funny song by Nelly Furtado, but it’s been one of my faves nevertheless. Unfortunately it’s chorus has had many instances of manifesting itself in reality in the past few days and I may start disliking the song itself pretty soon.

It was the last day of the trip, and my brain had still not grasped this fact. It remained a fact and not a realization. While going back to the station, in the nth auto journey, I looked around at vizag for what may well be my last time in that city. The thought crossed my mind, its gravity did not.

And finally the train started, with that sound which had become so familiar to me in the past few days…and I realized I loved it. It was the perfect time of the evening, when the sun is just about to say goodbye, and I knew that soon the huts that I see afar would be reduced to specks of bulbs when the night falls. And this is what happens…when there’s a lot to think about, a lot to say, a lot to fathom; you talk about stupid stuff like scenery, or songs. Coz you dunno where to begin and where to end. Maybe that’s why we didn’t speak much during the journey when it began, all lost in their thoughts, which the beautiful wind did enuf to flame…The train’s wheels were like background music…and there were some imperfect lyrics in our heads…

‘When it rains, the water comes in all our homes’…’I can catch fish for you for sometime, but I want to teach you how to do it’…’The church wants me to be a ‘manageable’ dissent’…’We know we made a mistake when we sold our votes for 2000 Rs.’…‘The limit is to reach the optimal and not the maximal’…‘Madame if you can get this work done for us, we will be forever grateful’…

‘We are taking her to Hyderabad, back to her parents.’ Said the grandma of the cute lil girl whom I had been watching for a while in the train. ‘Now she wants to climb the upper berth…aah trust her grandpa to encourage her mischiefs…’

I smiled. ‘What’s her name?’

‘Maseera.’

‘That’s a beautiful name. It means…’

‘ Jannat mein jo hawa chalti hai na…’Winds of heaven…

I don’t believe in omens, but for once I wanted to…

The next day was a beautiful morning. We were happily sad, and wearily excited, had a last pic with krushi on whom the reality of the end of trip had dawned before any of us. Varsha was visibly excited to be back home, and somehow it felt kinda home to me too…

I looked at my teammates, who seemed a shade darker than before due to our endless walks in the sun but I knew it was not even an iota of the change our thoughts had gone through in the past few days…and this change unlike the former is gonna stay…