NEEDLES AND THREAD

NEEDLES AND THREAD
We began this Journey thinking prepared than we knew.In fifty hours , we were yet to arrive  and met our eyes at each mile beholding the Needles and Thread we left behind in the hands of other travellers who really knows what the Journey needs. It was not actually ours but it reminded us about how we forgot what was needful.

Needles and Thread would stitch only what fabrics can allow, let the time tell what in the tale  ale the fabrics.
To think of the Needle less than the  Thread is like the Thread also lesser than the Needle.
we have traveled far  tramp across the desert , fabrics  torn in tornado by  turns of thorny winds though an equal wedge of two can seam .

The desert road to a new clime has marauders as greeters and our urine as the  only drinkable water. After all,our surviving goodies grips the stench from human carcass and the sight of it unperturbed  to the eyes on gold in distance from the scene.

Those who couldn't make it and had good company Of human Kindness received the honor of befiting farwell in the depth of sahara as much as the bare hands could dig. Some who descended univited into the  deep  part had quick sand to blame ,too soon they had gone like a smoke into the orbit.

Oh! I  see  a lake standing before these adventurers and  the dream destination over it, after all the risk , before this one too they must cross.On the other side, hope is built from what the ears could gather, what the eyes will see is a  narrative experience tongue will want to tell. Ah ! Trauvothrill,i got trauvothrilled ! Trauvothrillity is here! Needles and thread, only equal wedge of two can seam a fabric of life blighted by alternating  vicious vicissitudes .