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That day it rained heavily. My biggest worry was the problem of water logging which could delay my travel time to the railway station. Meanwhile by evening it had stopped. The moist air around brought some degrees decrease in the average temperature. I took my dinner and got off to sleep quickly. Somehow I felt the palpitation due to the early morning train the next day and the excitement of the leisure trip to Jaisalmer would keep me awake. I realised 'it' would not let me sleep. 'It' was allowing more electrical impulses into my heart and the ever increasing rhythm I could feel from outside. I woke up early and 'it' helped me board my train on time. Soon the train left the cultural Old Delhi railway station and with every stoppage on the way slowly 'it' filled the train to its utmost capacity. Most of them had a journey till Jodhpur , very few like me wanted to go beyond the sand dunes. 'It' started to insert colours inside the train. Men w

Life is great, life is love or life is beautiful whatever definition we fix- will be a beautiful conglomeration of experiments, luck, our own deeds and their consequences. In the quest for living a life we lose our near and dear ones silently and they lose their own lives to better their present lives. It's all embedded inside the word 'Life'-which in itself is a lovely intimacy of fate and experiments. The time from the birth of a child to his death constitutes a series of ups and downs-sometimes due to his own luck or sometimes due to the curse of others. Though I personally do not believe in curse, still when somebody negatively think about us, we delve deep into their thinking and as a consequence our own subconscious gets filled with negative thoughts-which we may term it as 'curse'. Its our right to visualise our life in a way we want to see. Ask for something we desperately want to achieve. It's better to be like a child who sometimes even demands for