That feeling you get, when that moment of sadness over-bounds all the happiness that made you smile, made you laugh and make you act crazy.
This poetry is about it.
The train was slowing down on the platform. This is the first time I am coming to this city, The city of dreams – Mumbai. As everyone who comes to this city with dreams to full-fill, I also came with full hopes to win it. Finally the train came to stop on the platform 3, Mumbai Central Station (BCT). I brought only a small luggage, as I am leaving back to Chennai tonight. I took my luggage and stood on the platform. The most of the words I was hearing is Marathi. Well I don’t understand the language. Not even a song I have heard.
*Tring Tring*
My phone was ringing, I took the call, it was from mom.
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