Broken

Auto is leaving today afternoon. Mangla Express, the train which has ferried us so frequently, will carry him to Delhi. Its not like I won't meet him hereafter. Au contraire I will surely meet him in Delhi when I reach there in a few days, but our gang has officially started to break.

We drift away like soap bubbles,
beautiful and fragile,
blown away by the winds of time

I would like my Grammy home delivered by tomorrow :D