The time goes by.
And there will always be a train I’ll be missing. Life is like that, you need to make choices, and when they’re made you can’t go back.
But who make the choices anyway? That’s the real question.
In India, I learned how to miss trains and stop to care about it.
Jaisalmer, India, 2014.
And there will always be a train I’ll be missing. Life is like that, you need to make choices, and when they’re made you can’t go back.
But who make the choices anyway? That’s the real question.
In India, I learned how to miss trains and stop to care about it.
Abhaya.xyz 
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continuously i used to read smaller posts that as well clear their motive, and that is also happening with this piece of writing which I am reading at this place.
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