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A journey that leads you home.


Some journeys don't take you to places, these are journeys that take you closer to your inner self. A self which has been there waiting for you since always, a self that is there to hold you after you bring home pain . This is where the journey leads you to. You meet people in this journey, people who would walk in, stay and leave and in between you would have no consideration for your inner self, you get caught by the ways of the world. You get swayed with the idea of being a metaphor in someone else's life. Until one fine day, as you wake up you find your long forgotten inner soul triumphing over the return of its native: bruised and shaken to the core. It tries to bring you back to who you used to be.

But, there is a but to all of these, how meaningful is life without people who shake you to your core? Even if it means death, we must meet people who carry a key to our locked soul. People who make you aware of the possibilities, the threshold where you survive without exploding. They make your heart burn but they also teach you to hold onto your 'light'. They bring you home to whatever you chose to not believe in, thinking the world would never expand for you. They help you create different worlds, yet, they ensure that these worlds don't collide.

Consider this as you read, years from now when you in your mellow years, would be squatting by the kitchen fire reproducing an odd recepie you learnt from one of the people whom you desperately wanted to stay with you but had left as life demanded him to keep rolling, you would more than be relieved to hold onto that odd recepie which now makes you a champion at  home. You realise, you no longer hate him for walking away, you no longer are damaged. You have managed to keep the good that you could out of that journey which was short lived.

A journey can mean that you are left broken like that old clock which no longer chimes or a dusty telegram long forgotten, a music note that is rarely sung or a writer's pen whose ink has dried. It may mean danger or something equally beautiful or who knows something dangerous-yet-beautiful.

I took my risk to plunge into this journey, did you?



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