Tuesday, June 9, 2009

East

The convoluted twisting landscape was slowly turning more languid and lethargic as the train inched itself into Prague. There was a sense of arrival in the air as the clustered travelers were delicately grabbing for their belongings. They started to twitch and twirl in their seats knowing that soon the train will stop. I never really liked the conclusion of journeys and there fore was always prone to melancholy and regret, knowing I would soon need to battle the rawness of a new place, as well as find my brother in the maze of that winding city. I waited for some time for the cabin to clear, looking out the window onto the station platform, observing the groups of people passing by, each with with their own special walk,special suitcase,special coat; A maze of versatility and color that is in constant movement and direction towards a mysterious end, and yet there was a flow to it all and perhaps A certain sadness at the wavering stillness of our earth and how we are always on some kind of journey towards a mysterious end.

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