Dec 30, 2023
Which stop is coming?
My train stopped at a Junction, Where I was unnerved to step on. Till, someone called out my name with a big town welcome poster. Celebrating that I stepped forward, didn't know who was but held the fleece of trust. Got to the juncture there and felt like something I knew, the pictures started rolling with some frames I knew and didn't.
A flair of emotions veiled me while searching for a driver, when I found a driver he cautioned me, “Time is the precious author”. I requested him to drop me somewhere peace is found, and he replied with a calm face, “Madam! Ask for a safe grind.” The driver stopped somewhere across a bushy way and I stepped out with a smile. Now I asked how to pay and the driver answered, “By taking time”.
The bushy way peeved me a lot while crossing the path, but it also protected me when the winters got harsh. I saw autumn and spring as well. And, continued to pass by. I commenced the new comings, shallow thoughts wondering deep. Until again I found myself at the station’s height, waiting for a train to come knowing nothing where it would stop. My soul wishes for the big town welcome sign, wherever it halts now.
Deveshi Vajpayee
Deveshi, a bright soul shining with passion, compassion, and love for nature. She writes, debates, and dreams of a kinder world, illuminated by the warmth of yellow.
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