Remember how we sat on the footboard and talked for hours as the train took us past the landscapes and carried us hundreds of miles together?
We held hands, and I felt safe that way. And, perhaps I could have followed you down if you slipped out of the fast moving train. And, remember how happy I was then. We talked of simple things…about life, and about this and that. I never felt as happy in my life as I did then. And I did wish that the journey never ends. The journey in the train of our lives!
The barren hills as the sun slanted down beyond them ready to go down for the day looked solitary but serene; and the farmers were about to call it a day from their daily rituals. Children in scanty clothes waved us now and then as we passed small villages and settlements. And, when we did wave them back they screamed in joy; some of them shouted words we never could properly hear nor comprehend. And, some of them just smiled and waved as long as they could see us.
I told you tales of my life; and of many other trivialities that scanned through my mind. And, the way you listened I could figure out that you loved it. Once in a while we sang and hummed in tandem as we watched the world go by us. The wind was refreshing and the smell of the paddy from the fields on either side of the railway tract could be felt in the heaviness of the winds that swept us. For some strange reason the fresh smell of the paddy ready to be harvested reminds me of things that I do not know what for sure.
Dusk soon followed as the hours went by. The moon in faint glow was already visible in the northern horizon as the sun just dipped down. I doubted if it at all was the moon, and you laughed it off. The moon makes it early at times, you said. Perhaps the moon wanted to join the two of us I joked. And we both laughed.
To be continued...
We held hands, and I felt safe that way. And, perhaps I could have followed you down if you slipped out of the fast moving train. And, remember how happy I was then. We talked of simple things…about life, and about this and that. I never felt as happy in my life as I did then. And I did wish that the journey never ends. The journey in the train of our lives!
The barren hills as the sun slanted down beyond them ready to go down for the day looked solitary but serene; and the farmers were about to call it a day from their daily rituals. Children in scanty clothes waved us now and then as we passed small villages and settlements. And, when we did wave them back they screamed in joy; some of them shouted words we never could properly hear nor comprehend. And, some of them just smiled and waved as long as they could see us.
I told you tales of my life; and of many other trivialities that scanned through my mind. And, the way you listened I could figure out that you loved it. Once in a while we sang and hummed in tandem as we watched the world go by us. The wind was refreshing and the smell of the paddy from the fields on either side of the railway tract could be felt in the heaviness of the winds that swept us. For some strange reason the fresh smell of the paddy ready to be harvested reminds me of things that I do not know what for sure.
Dusk soon followed as the hours went by. The moon in faint glow was already visible in the northern horizon as the sun just dipped down. I doubted if it at all was the moon, and you laughed it off. The moon makes it early at times, you said. Perhaps the moon wanted to join the two of us I joked. And we both laughed.
To be continued...
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