Journey of a travelling soul... Its cold...very very cold but this sky has warmth dear journal...these roads know the destination even though I may not travel on all the known roads this winter. But everytime theres a familiar diversion I almost instinctively feel a skip in myself...a longing to go on the road less travelled but oh so well known. The facades havent changed, yet they do not charm as much but they do bring back the days filled with laughter and happiness...and off course seeing them helps to restore faith and hope that the future is waiting with its promises. In the sea of people thronging the favourite market, the shops and racks, as I stand and watch sipping on a steaming cup of coffee I can feel that everyone of them has a story of their own...but all very different...and maybe amongst this crowd hides my destiny somewhere yet to be found but this walk has to be made. I loiter I watch I search and some places I stop to see whats new on that old hanger. The days are bright and even though its not same trust me dear journal some walks once taken it never leaves you and it feels just like yesterday. This city knows me dear journal, it has promised a future that I believe so strongly in and I know that maybe the winter is not the same but spring and summer will come again. Its time for me to get lost in the roads of this city again dear journal...my coffee is done...the sun is setting...the seats of this cafe has seen many come and go...do they remember when once the ac was on full blast the ordinary chinese tasted so beautiful...when chairs were exchanged and the breath of fresh air filled every corner...I do and I will have my faith on the moments in my life that has redefined every bit of me as I get ready to get lost on the roads where the ice cream vendor still sells his wares...these roads know my name...these roads Im sure remembers me...these roads will not let me get lost in them...
Posted on: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 11:18:31 +0000
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