We shall sit on the shore of that river

Life is a strange journey; sometimes lead us nowhere & sometimes we have it all in a moment. Think often of how swiftly all the things pass away and are no more- all those creations of nature, those pains and laughters, affable conversions & warmth. The whole universe a flowing river and never it stops, changing constantly and infinitely. No moment is skipped unchanged, and that river ends nowhere but becomes steeper and narrowed to those who do not accept the change.

Nothing awaits to grieve our sadness,  dawn will not veil its splendour, nor the stars refused to shine. We have to flow along, to make every sorrow a forgotten yesterday. flowing along, we’ll find what we have lost, into the form of new, on a new day.

We shall sit on the shore of that river, to chatter all those days we spent without each other, all the new things we saw and learnt about, about others whom we met on the way. Chuckling grins will echo in the air to flick the warmth of sunlight. Birds shall sing for us the song of happiness. We’ll smile till our tears come out in affinity.

….and this way the cycle of eternity completes.

 

 

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