This is one of my dream travelling. I am going home by train. What a journey. I am cherishing this moment alone. Though it was not supposed to be like this. Still I am happy to do it alone because I am no more in limbo. I have started to live my own. Life is like this. Time didn’t stop for my grief or this world. Life is too short to wait for someone. Especially when one knows that nothing can happen now. Decisions were made in heavens that we were not to unite. It’s almost one year we talked softly to each other. Still he is living in me. Every moment he is in my mind. He made me to dream a lot. I was always outrageous but not such practical. Now one can call me seasoned.
This is so beautiful. Everything is neat as it rained most of the province. Sky is still cloudy. This is upper class AC parlor. Nonstop rail car from Islamabad to Lahore 700 am. Two executives are sitting next to me. Three ladies are travelling to visit their relatives in Lahore. A gang of university guys and gals is sitting behind. I can listen their chit chats and cutting jokes on each other. Railway has served the breakfast. I haven’t done with it but I think its bread and butter. The train has passed through a tunnel and now its banjar all around. It’s a nice beginning. But I don’t know what would be the end. The memories are going to kill me. But I such a dheat that I’ll keep on living. We watched Ijazat last night. Meray dil main itna dard hay k bass. Yeh wapsi ka sfr hmesha he bra kathan hota hay. Allah asaani kray.Amen!
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