25 coaches....

It was a normal day. of early wake for me into the train.... where,when I reached a max of my stop, I went into a deep sleep.... a sudden sound of another train passing on other track. I stopped a watch over it which I had 25 coaches.... each of love and mixers of emotions. like wise I realised the beauty of life, where losing isn't a part.... lOSING IS AN "ART"..... A loveble "ART" of learning and understanding.....🖋️