To the Movement and The Constant

To weird handshakes that turned into hugs
To the numerous feelings that moved our mind and hearts
To being with others and yet being yourself
To reluctant conversations that stirred learning
To the storm in our head, the fire in the heart
To getting started at the hint of dawn
To the push that was required and the pull that we overcame
To the conflicting minds that found solace
To the music, the laughter, the tears, the feels
To the movement - that was the train, and
To the constant - that became of us.
Jagriti Yatra 2016.

Signing off,


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