The Local Travel...A Story by HamzaIt was written way back in October last year .. the day i chose to walk away from the people who i considered my best friends .. they did something i never expected them to ...at least not with me..Once someone was quoted as saying, "There's always a first time, a firsthand experience of everything." You always and everyday do something that is out-of-routine that keeps on adding tiny pieces of experience to your ever growing life. People who say that old people are highly experienced aren't wrong. We do gain new knowledge about this life with every moment that sees us through. Coming back to the topic... today as it is a fresh day in everybody's life, it is another fresh experience in my life... Life In A Local Travel... In the beginning, I had this mutually governed transport at my disposal. Happy days as they were, everything was perfectly in synchronisation. There was a time when I always anticipated going in that vehicle... the jolliest and the brightest looking thing, because of those hearty creatures. There were pranks, jokes, smiles, laughter and every other emotion we know of. It was a happy travel. But as I always say, "happy moments do not last long." One day it had to end... And so it did... Parting ways is the least interesting thing we can ever talk about and so I'll not. Now as I sit here in this not-so-familiar vehicle, I find nothing interesting. I never thought I'd share my seat with someone other than my friends, my hearts ... but now I shared it with 16 different people... It wasn't long before when I used think of the pleasant smiles and laughter unlimited as the reason for boarding that vehicle. But people here board this vehicle just to reach their destination. And is this not what I'm doing now too...? There is no feeling ... no emotion ... no expression... All I know is that I sit… amongst strangers ... With my heart still amongst those who I was once proud to say that they were mine... time changes yet so quickly ... Strange ...
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StatsAuthorHamzaJammu, Jammu & kashmir, IndiaAboutHamza .. that's me .. An Engineer by profession and a writer by Emotion ... I am 26... I am no different, I am not special .. I'm just a different face, and a few different fingerprints .. I am.. more..Writing
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