Sometimes in life's journey alone, we meet a stranger who becomes a friend and holds the hand to walk together. Different destinations yet the road is same. Sometimes we find a momentary shelter in the verses, sometimes, we seek refuge in the realm of silence. And this way, we travel together in the journey of dreams. We frame the album of life, we sing the song of freedom. We take a pause from the journey called life, and reflect the blessings we count from heaven on earth. We bid adieu the momentary shelter, and start to journey ahead. Dreams are calling, we whisper, and turn to each other. We smile, and promise to the mountain afar, "We will be back here, to narrate you the story of our lives." The dusk is falling, we remind, and fall apart. The story is yet to be written by us. We remember..