Exile
The exile we all live.
The homes we have left behind.
The memories that are now just incidents.
Cities where we make a living, are they actually our friend or just a stranger. We move to new places for our zeal to conquer the life. We make it our home, we make friends that become family, but aren't a kind of substitute of the reality. The reality we don't face. The truth that we will never return back to the place we came from. Many in this world wish and dream to return to their own homes. But we the mad runners just want to make a home in this strange place, the place where we feel our dream will come true. But if the dream is so concrete then do we need a particular place or that particular passion and capability to turn the dream into truth.
In the end we are all living in exile in our own country. Some maybe due to special political circumstances or situations and some due to their dreams.
But we all are in exile.
And we know we will never return.
But then too we think one day.
The homes we have left behind.
The memories that are now just incidents.
Cities where we make a living, are they actually our friend or just a stranger. We move to new places for our zeal to conquer the life. We make it our home, we make friends that become family, but aren't a kind of substitute of the reality. The reality we don't face. The truth that we will never return back to the place we came from. Many in this world wish and dream to return to their own homes. But we the mad runners just want to make a home in this strange place, the place where we feel our dream will come true. But if the dream is so concrete then do we need a particular place or that particular passion and capability to turn the dream into truth.
In the end we are all living in exile in our own country. Some maybe due to special political circumstances or situations and some due to their dreams.
But we all are in exile.
And we know we will never return.
But then too we think one day.
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