Our friendship was unconditional.
Beside no strings there was an awaken,
Infinite flowing river
Showing thumb at all human misery
Drifting on long trips.
We did it so smoothly
Our destination was determined.
We already knew
At the end of the long journey
None of us will get anywhere
Although our body
Travel fatigue was just fine.
At the end of the trip you went back to your own home
Whereas you had a house to go to-
And I became a refugee again.
Mugdhomoyee is a freelancer and translator currently studying for her Masters in English Literature and Cultural Studies at Jagannath University