The Spectator

“Train Leaves Here This Morning" so better be catch it, no telling what to expect , “I don't know, what I might be on” but sure I am talking about this music train today passing through every corner of the world sweeping away the hatred leaving the water mark of love and emotion . The sky in this part of the world is filled with unbroken coverings of grey , amazing variety of greys. The passage of time extract the venom from most things and render them in form of hatred, hatred darkened the sky with clouds, you will close your eyes and the darkness behind your close eyelids will be like the grey cloud that covered the sky. Now open your eyes with advent of this train, listen to the whistle, overture of the music around the world, and hey the word changes in every few minutes, someone will be there to paint the cloud with a touch of red, yellow, blue and various other shades. Let the music flow, let the wind blow, and you throw your heart filled in love “don’t care whe...