Outwardly I might look the same, but earlier I was always in a rush to reach the destination, like a famous line from a prominent Bollywood movie, I was running all the time, if not physically than mentally, as if I am going to miss my train. And people near me know, how much I battered or tortured them for starting late even by few minutes. As if I had to prove myself to someone, as though I will get the punctuality report card. Being punctual is good but tormenting yourself and others to be on time is not a good practice. Even on a journey I would constantly check my watch, just to ensure we are on time. More often than not, we reached our destination before time. But no one gave me an A+ in my punctuality assessment report. No one pat my back for arriving before time. But I missed the beautiful moments of journey, just to be on time. I skipped stopping at various local shops enroute, to enjoy the perfect brewed tea. I forgot to enjoy the weather or notice the people, who are all going in the same direction. Oh my machine mind, if only you would have understood that journey is always more beautiful than the destination.