You’re in the 8:36 Borivali-Churchgate train and you’ve the precious window seat. Rare occasion. However, your joy is short-lived. The train that arrives on the adjacent platform is an 8:28 Borivali-Churchgate. You have a choice, leave the window seat and reach home early or enjoy the cool breeze and sprinkle of rain water on your face and end up reaching home a little late. Lazy people like me are bound to choose the latter.

There are only few things more pleasurable than the cool breeze blowing through your hair. So as the train sped by, it was me, the wind and my play-list. The song playing was ‘Meet me on the equinox’ by DCFC. I had downloaded this song on a whim and never bothered to delete it and so far I could never relate to the song.

Let me lay beside you, Darling
Let me be your man
And let our bodies intertwine
But always understand

That everything, everything ends
That everything, everything ends

The lyrics were muffled by my wandering mind. Destiny is a woman, I thought. Not because of the ‘destiny is a bitch’ thing. Destiny is a woman because she is unpredictable and plays some tricky games. There are things so close to you that they follow you like your shadow and you don’t realize their importance. And when you do realize that you cannot live without them, destiny makes you chase them all the way. She makes you run like an idiot. Whether you get it or not is another story.

In this quest you are lucky if you’re blessed with great friends. People who believe in you and support you no matter what. They encourage you and guide you. Friends, you love so much that when they leave you it feels like a part of you is dying. You don’t want to let them go. Because they make you feel something, something you’ve left behind, something so important. It is always difficult to say goodbye to people you love. But ahh…life is short.

Gather the rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.

But remains absolute is what Mr. Robert Herrick's poem fails to mention, it is indeed love. Dumbledore knew it all along didn’t he?!

Let me give my love to you
Let me take your hand
As we walk in the dimming light
Oh darling understand

That everything, everything ends
That everything, everything ends

And the song makes sense to me now.

P.S: I'll like to thank a dear friend for the kind advice for it guided the ashes to flight journey. Thanks a lot.