The Lost Vagabond

"GROW" Through the grindings of time, grow. Through the cease and flow, grow. Through the flickering, grow. Through the seasons of change, grow. Grow through me and you and everyone around. Grow since the beginning of time up till eternity, For there's nothing to stop for you to grow. Journal clicks. CANON EOS 1100D 10.25.2022 P.S. : All this time, I have been a mess. Have waited for something to hold onto. But it was always right in front of me, waiting for me to get hold of. You. Yes! You are the reason that I am still holding on, breathing, becoming and growing. Thank you so very much for all the support that you've showered through thick and thin. Thank you all for believing in me. I hope to not let you down. Stay hooked on the upcoming journey. Peace.                                 

DAY 5 : "THE LAST SEGMENT OF THE JOURNEY"  The final fragment of the trip was surrounding a river named ' Jayanti', flowing through the Buxa forest. Although the time we reached there, there was no sign of water flowing through the rocky bed. But the exploration of the adjoining land continued whatsoever.  The endings are always for putting emphasis on the fact that the journeys are there to continue. So, these memories be cherished until the next time. Dooars clicks. CANON EOS 1100D 02.20.20-02.22.20 P.S. : Thank you all for tagging along through this entire journey. This is the end of the Dooars series. But stay tuned for more content. Peace.  

  "RENDEZVOUS OF DEATH" Disclaimer: This post has not been tried to make any offence. Please do not feel so.  All our lives, we keep running to meet the deadlines of time, only to find ourselves the late runner. By the luck of chance, even if we come across certain 'correct' timings, we fall in the dungeon of the 'wrongs' in the next. And finally, going down the sweet and salty path when we reach the finish-line, we are already "too late". Death arrives. But is death early? Or even late?!  I suppose death comes only at the most certain moment. You can argue about accidents or even self-infliction, but only if we have known all the equations of the entire universe and still be alive to talk about them, then I hope the argument would not suffice. The only and most probable truth ( proven ) lies in death. The infinite flow of the nature chooses to be shrouded in mysteries but has left something for us. It has shared a trick with us. Too certain a trick!...