one fine morning
well, again found out i can express more in writing than talking. But the problem is when it comes to writing, i usually don't follow the grammar and rules of writing and sometimes its just i'm out of proper word. still i wanna share what makes me feel alive- makes me feel happy.. because sharing your happiness only make it more happier, more connected to world.
My laptop and my mobile has been stolen a few days ago, i was so very upset. The man i love was far away from me and i just wanted to see him as soon as possible. after all legal procedure done for the stolen incident, i board on the first train towards him on the next day. it was winter. november. it was foggy, it was cold, it was a sun-rise on a river bank and i was crossing the 'GOLDEN' river by train. it was like sun became the The Philosopher's Stone; all the world suddenly midas touched. i was just staring at the golden-world. that was a golden morning for me.
well, i met him that was not what i'll talk about today. it was about that golden-world. it was like God is blessing me, us , the whole world with the ray of hope.
after return, i went to that bridge again, this time with my canon 600d with 18-55 lens, on a cold- foggy December morning. Saw the sun blessing the earth, again. Felt so special, felt very small in front of these very big acts playing in earth. Became the spectator of the play of earth, sun, breeze, sky ..... The whole world. Walked over the bridge, went to other side for better shot, nahhh... Still something was blocking the view. It was the old bridge blocking my way to have a perfect shot. So went up to that, it was a iron bridge, rust allover it. It had no reling , just some extended surface u can only stand ... As that old rusty bridge was not abandoned, so train passes over that. And if you miss manage your time to go to those holding surfaces, u'll be human-paste by running train. It was risky but for a better shot to capture that supar natural play was playing in front of me, that risk was nothing. The temptation of that philosopher stone was unavoidable. To be the part of that golden world was irresistible. I was Midas touched ---- couldn't be ordinary then............
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well, again found out i can express more in writing than talking. But the problem is when it comes to writing, i usually don't follow the grammar and rules of writing and sometimes its just i'm out of proper word. still i wanna share what makes me feel alive- makes me feel happy.. because sharing your happiness only make it more happier, more connected to world.
My laptop and my mobile has been stolen a few days ago, i was so very upset. The man i love was far away from me and i just wanted to see him as soon as possible. after all legal procedure done for the stolen incident, i board on the first train towards him on the next day. it was winter. november. it was foggy, it was cold, it was a sun-rise on a river bank and i was crossing the 'GOLDEN' river by train. it was like sun became the The Philosopher's Stone; all the world suddenly midas touched. i was just staring at the golden-world. that was a golden morning for me.
well, i met him that was not what i'll talk about today. it was about that golden-world. it was like God is blessing me, us , the whole world with the ray of hope.
after return, i went to that bridge again, this time with my canon 600d with 18-55 lens, on a cold- foggy December morning. Saw the sun blessing the earth, again. Felt so special, felt very small in front of these very big acts playing in earth. Became the spectator of the play of earth, sun, breeze, sky ..... The whole world. Walked over the bridge, went to other side for better shot, nahhh... Still something was blocking the view. It was the old bridge blocking my way to have a perfect shot. So went up to that, it was a iron bridge, rust allover it. It had no reling , just some extended surface u can only stand ... As that old rusty bridge was not abandoned, so train passes over that. And if you miss manage your time to go to those holding surfaces, u'll be human-paste by running train. It was risky but for a better shot to capture that supar natural play was playing in front of me, that risk was nothing. The temptation of that philosopher stone was unavoidable. To be the part of that golden world was irresistible. I was Midas touched ---- couldn't be ordinary then............
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