A slowly-getting-crowded platform of a railway station, a steadily-moving constant crowd, almost the most-diverse population of a geographical region at a single place, and a slowly approaching train's siren... Although a very common picture to everyone, yet it takes me to a different world of thoughts...
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The times when it all begins... A kid is born, his world is his "little home"... He doesn't know of anything outside his home if it ever existed... But then he grows up inevitably, and his definition of the world expands with him...
Though his growth is linear, the size of his world inflates exponentially...which kinda freaks him out... But he manages somehow...
He is a very bright kid, he grows up... Shifts the cities for higher education... His alma mater is his new "temporary home"... Unaware of the actual length of his life's voyage, he still considers his "little home" as his actual home... Still believes in the philosophy "The end of this round-shaped earth is nothing but the HOME"... Aspires to be back to his "little home", from where it all began...
Soon, he shifts the cities for earning his share of bread... Leaves his alma mater, and makes a "new temporary home"... and his journey proceeds...
Now, every night he longs to come back to his "new temporary home" for rest... He kinda forgets his "little home" and remembers it just once in a while for the sake of it...
As the kid grows up to be a guy, a man, and so on... He makes several temporary homes for himself during his journey - more than the degrees of English adjectives could possibly define numerically... The knowledge of "Geography" becomes his strong point where he actually lacked once as a student...
He might also succeed in making his own "new little home" in his life's time...
And thus the pilgrimage "takes him to places", and he enjoys every bit of it...
As he grows up in terms of "years" and in terms of "life's experience" to understand the realm of his voyage...
It takes quite some years or sometimes forever, for him to know where he actually belongs... Does he belong to his "little home" or "N" number of those "temporary homes" which he creates and demolishes frequently...
Or does he belong to the beautiful "voyage" itself? Is the sense of belonging most-prominent, when he is running to catch the train along with the crowd...??? Perhaps, it is... May be that's where the pilgrim belongs... Worth a thought...!!!
The times when it all begins... A kid is born, his world is his "little home"... He doesn't know of anything outside his home if it ever existed... But then he grows up inevitably, and his definition of the world expands with him...
Though his growth is linear, the size of his world inflates exponentially...which kinda freaks him out... But he manages somehow...
He is a very bright kid, he grows up... Shifts the cities for higher education... His alma mater is his new "temporary home"... Unaware of the actual length of his life's voyage, he still considers his "little home" as his actual home... Still believes in the philosophy "The end of this round-shaped earth is nothing but the HOME"... Aspires to be back to his "little home", from where it all began...
Soon, he shifts the cities for earning his share of bread... Leaves his alma mater, and makes a "new temporary home"... and his journey proceeds...
Now, every night he longs to come back to his "new temporary home" for rest... He kinda forgets his "little home" and remembers it just once in a while for the sake of it...
As the kid grows up to be a guy, a man, and so on... He makes several temporary homes for himself during his journey - more than the degrees of English adjectives could possibly define numerically... The knowledge of "Geography" becomes his strong point where he actually lacked once as a student...
He might also succeed in making his own "new little home" in his life's time...
And thus the pilgrimage "takes him to places", and he enjoys every bit of it...
As he grows up in terms of "years" and in terms of "life's experience" to understand the realm of his voyage...
It takes quite some years or sometimes forever, for him to know where he actually belongs... Does he belong to his "little home" or "N" number of those "temporary homes" which he creates and demolishes frequently...
Or does he belong to the beautiful "voyage" itself? Is the sense of belonging most-prominent, when he is running to catch the train along with the crowd...??? Perhaps, it is... May be that's where the pilgrim belongs... Worth a thought...!!!
