LIFE

A Local Train

        Many people, many stations, and many destinations. The distance two points include the lives of many. Everything is strange here.

Boarding the train in rush, as if embarking the Noah's Ark. Wrestling, running, jumping and sprinting. Every act is a feat here.

Some sleep, some read, some play, some pray, some smile, some scold, some talk, some shout, some sit, some stand, some hawk, some walk. Every person is a play here.

Stations change, people change, positions change, moods change. Sometimes the one sitting in the same seat smells bad. Every minute is a challenge here.

Near ones debark. Strangers embark. A young mother’s grin. An old woman’s plight. Claustrophobic or keno phobic. Everyone is a wonder here.

Some people didn’t get on board with us. They stand and watch as our train passes for it is not their train. Also, the train may take halts. Yet we all travel forever.

It’s a Local Train.

We may miss the trains but never the stations.

Thank You. Love!!
Shaila

(Thanks to my brother Suresh and my friend Banu)