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A Lone Journey!

"Would she remember me?", "Did I make a good Impression?", "Or is it just another click?", these are one of few thoughts I am having. May be I should stop thinking about her smile. That's the prettiest part of this short trip. An unexpected meet, then sharing sweet glances may be wasn't enough, that's why she gave a very warm goodbye along with an invitation to visit again. OMG! I have to stop thinking about her. This wont work ever. I know very well. May be all I need is little distraction to get normal. Looking outside the bus window might help. but while leaving this town, I am glad that I could collect some memories. At the end of the day, that's all you have , right? People you care, instances which make you happy, inspirations for bright tomorrow. Yeah! That is all matter. 





Just like this journey, life is moving. For a couple of days She was my Travelling Buddy. Not Any More. I wish our journey could be prolonged. Travelling with right person on a right route is always pleasant. May be that's why they say that journeys are more beautiful than destinations. Damn! I miss her. I never thought these two days would cause this much of bonding. Would I get another journey with her? Or do I get Only these two days. Two days, watching her adorable smile. Two days, when I felt being myself can be "Pretty Cool" for someone. Two days, when having long walks felt like few steps. 

May be we will travel again at some point of life! May Be Not! But certainly it was a beautiful journey. As the bus is moving, I am heading to next destination. Alone. This lone journey is truly going to be a sweet memory. Because this is the journey when Her absence is felt the most. This is the Journey filled with her presence in my heart. 

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