The day strolls and drifts into sleep slowly, unmarked by anything significant.
The monsoonal clouds wept gently sometimes, just like most other days of the season.
Generally, nobody takes a second to gaze upon the weeping clouds, rather the world goes about its business in an extra hurry whenever it rains.
Moments last for a fleeting few minutes. But..., memories stay fresh forever, either too bitter to swallow or too sweet to forget!
Destinations may be out of sight, yet the road... keeps us reminding of the remaining journey....keeps us pushing forward!
Forward, until the destination is reached!
A 19th September is nothing different in faded memories, but....
