THOSE FOURTEEN DAYS (3)

September 3 2015 didn’t depict any difference from previous days. One more day, one more journey! My mother had got the news from either of them. I didn’t tell anything. No need to say that she was unhappy after hearing it.

“Pack my belongings. Let me come to leave. This must be my last day in this house.” I told my mother and hanged the bag on my shoulder.

THOSE FOURTEEN DAYS (2)

The day (02-09-2015) had arrived for me to proceed. We picked out the file from the bag, which was filled with certificates. It was not heavy to carry. At the same time, I had to carry some expectations and excitements with me. 

THOSE FOURTEEN DAYS. (1)

From 1^st September 2015 to 14th September 2015.

Every journey begins to halt somewhere. And, every halt sets up a new journey. For some travelers, it’s mandatory. For some travelers, it’s an option. For few, it’s fun. For few, it’s an experience. But, for me it was a search. A real search. I thought I was traveling from learning to earning. I was traveling from nothing to something. I was traveling from questions to answers.