I sat on that bench
In front of that house
I love the evenings out doors
When the home eats me
And the walls crush me.
Then i heard it. The numerous booms and bams
Then I saw there cloud of smoke Puffed into air
There was a lady behind me
In the house.
She was having a video conference with her son in some far away Country.
She heard the booms and bams too.
Then she came out with the tablet phone in her hand to show her son, the smoke, the bangs and booms had made.
And went in when it's trace was still there in the air, away from her son's senses. But alive in her own.
I was asked a question, "If your life was a movie what would you name it?". The next instant I answered, "A Journey". I don't know if it is true or not, but going there through treks, hikes, walks, adds some weight to the answer. This blog is about experiences I had on this journey while trekking, hiking, walking, travelling.
Sunday, October 30, 2016
But alive in her own
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