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The METRO Journey

Destruction is inevitable I guess.To build something strong and concrete. I guess one has to undergo lots of destruction…So many things that existed all the while coming to an end…  Change is inevitable in the existing world, on this mortal earth. It is not very easy to accept one…
Have witnessed the construction of the METRO rail from the grass level till its near completion… Have been a part of its growth at every stage. The kind of city that someone visualized is taking its shape.

At times, feels nice to see something being built and you witnessing it. For a moment when you think of this city and what it was meant to cast nostalgia for the residents.

This  city--Known as the Garden city, a city full of greenery, known for its beautiful climate, peace, and harmony with nature has come to be a city of bricks, stones, just constructions everywhere. The birds that existed once... are not seen anymore. Looks like they have abandoned this place. The trees that stood so strong and helped the clouds pour its love in the form of rain…must have cried a million tears when shelved and uprooted from its space of heaven.

People have witnessed its beauty, existence, destruction and finally the making. No amount of protests or requests could stop this construction. A structure that none of us ever wanted.not sure if this beautiful place ever required it. At the price that this place paid for it to happen… Not sure if it was worth it. We do not know how many of us will ever witness its completion in totality.

I feel at times as the people have witnessed this METRO construction, in the same manner, will this METRO be able to bring a smile on their faces that were a part of its growth..? For all the trouble that it has given them. The kind of frustrations and diseases it has added to their lives… the reason for them to leave their own small world and inhabit and rebuild their lives all over again. The never ending imagination to see the old garden city again… I hope it will be all worth it.

It would be so beautiful to have kept the natural beauty of the place and yet build it up? Least to rebuild the beauty of the place with the same effort. Would have caused less anxiety and heartache for the residents.

I hope and wish the beauty of the place is rebuilt and we accept this METRO change to live with it in peace…

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