On the way..

In this awfully exciting life, no wonder, series of uncertain event often give nourishment to our hunger of life within our sometimes resentful lives. We do frequently look back into our long gone past with thirst of some memories of joy, glee, triumph, and love but mostly end with gloomy, miserable, desolate and rejected reminders. We, other-time, also foresee our upcoming days with a hope for untroubled fortunes and success disregarding the fact that we pitiful humans, are not even sure of waking up the next day.

I was sitting with my group of friends, observing the series of human establishments, green fertile land and people going past; through the window of the crackling active bus, while my trip to Amritsar. Travelling has always been something that had never missed any single chance of amusing and amazing me. Most people like one of my dear friend liked the window seat more while I preferred a companion with whom I can have a healthy talk. 
Discussing Ideas and experiences with each other make us live the life that isn't ours. Everybody has had seen days, months and years of majestic events of unpredictable mortal existence, So do us. We shared our happenings with the people, situations, and the voyage of life. During those indescribable small talk, I learnt about the right way of living life. 

Life is neither in the buried past nor we can sit hoping it in the later days. Both the facts are upsetting but its true. Life is something we create and not what we find. We need to invest ourselves in any moment to create life in it. Without losing anything first we can't gain anything. Its natures law of equivalence. You need to loose your worries and pain to acquire what God want us to receive. Smile a little more and think a little less. Let bygones be bygones and cherish what's in the present without bothering for future.

And amidst all the talks and all the thoughts, I didn't forget to admire and felt fascinated by the beauty of barren fields ranging to an unfathomable distances as the dusk fell, while still being in the crackling active bus.

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