The gift of new beginnings,
The sorrow of unfinished journeys.

The promise of new experiences,
The miss of a lost touch.

Some old faces. Some new ones.
Mornings and Nights.

I looked at the horizon.
Last reminiscence of a setting Sun.

A string that binds past to the future.
And connects place to place.

Where can I find that string, I wonder.
Whom should I ask for it?

A voice echoes within me.
The string is you. You yourself are the string you are looking for.
Never let go.

Hello! Kya Samachaar?😀😀