Dietmountaindew
Wellknown Ace
Firstly, thanks to the girl who asked me to exchange the seat.
At first, it was a bit sunny—the sunrays were directly hitting my body, almost as if telling me, "I am all-powerful, but you still have some weapons (like the AC) to fight me."
But in the end, maybe we tried to understand each other. Or perhaps, we made a silent deal—to unite and light up the whole world together.
I started liking the sunshine, admiring the view, noticing how pretty the sun looked. I even thought of capturing some memories.
I was waiting for the perfect sunset, but you know my kismat. The train had other plans. As we entered a ghat area, it took a turn, and that perfect sunset I had hoped to capture was gone. Once again, expectations led to disappointment.
But...
There’s always hope. The train took another turn. This time, I was greeted not by a perfect sunset, but something close. And I didn’t wait. I didn’t chase perfection. I accepted it as it was—not exactly what I wanted, but still, it was a sunset.
So I captured the moment and simply enjoyed watching the sun slowly set.
It wasn’t easy to let him go... but he had to.
He had to go.
To come again tomorrow.
To rise again.
To challenge us again.
To befriend us again.
And finally—to set again.
At first, it was a bit sunny—the sunrays were directly hitting my body, almost as if telling me, "I am all-powerful, but you still have some weapons (like the AC) to fight me."
But in the end, maybe we tried to understand each other. Or perhaps, we made a silent deal—to unite and light up the whole world together.
I started liking the sunshine, admiring the view, noticing how pretty the sun looked. I even thought of capturing some memories.
I was waiting for the perfect sunset, but you know my kismat. The train had other plans. As we entered a ghat area, it took a turn, and that perfect sunset I had hoped to capture was gone. Once again, expectations led to disappointment.
But...
There’s always hope. The train took another turn. This time, I was greeted not by a perfect sunset, but something close. And I didn’t wait. I didn’t chase perfection. I accepted it as it was—not exactly what I wanted, but still, it was a sunset.
So I captured the moment and simply enjoyed watching the sun slowly set.
It wasn’t easy to let him go... but he had to.
He had to go.
To come again tomorrow.
To rise again.
To challenge us again.
To befriend us again.
And finally—to set again.
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