All good days come to an end

Fluttering heart and incoherent speech is the expression of excitement in the anticipation of the weekend that promised sleepless nights and sour throats; hearty lunch and sleepy afternoons; late supper and lot of laughs.

The noisy platforms and milling crowd, anxious smile and the waited bait always spell home to the wandering soul.

Hugs and kisses followed by questions and more questions, a wave and a hoot, a chuckle and muffled laugh over the familiar scuffle between familiar neighbors. All good things rolled into one that never discriminates night and day until now. The day where the dream ends and reality kicks in.

Good bye never said without tears, hugs always with a longing. Train and people will not hold the same charm because they always seem say all good days come to an end.