Travelling makes me ponder. I live in a city where life moves at the speed of sound. Every moment, it changes. Whether it is the fresh morning travel or the tired evening travel, it is always a new experience. Sitting on a seat besides a window, watching the other vehicles zipping by purposefully to over take each other and reach in time, I usually get lost in a different world. Travelling from one realm of thought to another, like a flowing river. Thoughts are like run away convicts. You try to keep them under surveillance, yet they manage to escape. Stray thoughts, like stray dogs, roaming here and there, without any focus. Stubborn thoughts which refuse to go away no matter how many stones you throw at them. Thoughts which fly to those nooks of your mind where you have hidden those lost memories. Nudging and sometimes, breaking the barricades, letting nostalgia flood your senses. Sometimes, knocking on the dust covered doors of my mind where I may have locked up monsters or demons. Thoughts converging and diverging, wandering lost or running with a purpose. Thoughts who have reigns and thoughts which fly free like a bird. Sometimes bringing a smile to my face, sometimes making me hide a tear.
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