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A Journey...





A journey with known yet unaware destinations. A house which kept on running with some different halts all through the way. Traveller few are known some unknown. No no, not strangers yet unknown, not mine but yet to be known. Love, hate, tease-mate, some care and everything to be share, aware yet unaware. Things are unusual, words are unsaid, feeling unexpressed and the movements of dare.
We had a way with different destinations on various days. With some fun and bore, some fights and few nights of the snore, with all this we all came close, more.

Talks were sharper than those, hairpin turn road. Surprise experiences wild adventure. Boozing darks with hanging over days. The entry in that showering snow exit with those ‘will-be-remembered’ footsteps.The dance revealed, concealed signature step of everyone. Don't know what to call? How to express? Everything was new for us in those, decade old road, path & places.

Before this journey majority of us lived in obscurity but now we are acquainted with those who just passed by till yesterday, but today even a hug is not enough for us. Much to talk distances to be walked. It was not just a tour, not just a trip but a journey which begin far from our land but close to our heart and will gradually increase by time. A journey of the brothers from different mothers.      

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