I like long train journeys, but not when the train
is announced late by more than three hours. It was during my last vacation when
I was travelling. As I cursed the late system of everything in India sitting in
the train, my eyes fell on my co passengers who were sitting in front of me,
cheerful and happy unlike me.
I was too busy to notice them last night. I had comfortably
got into the upper bunker and spend the entire night chatting with my friends
and listening to music until slumber took over me.
Now, in the early morning I finally saw my neighbors:
a girl of about twelve and her parents. The girl sat in the window seat
opposite to mine beside her mother. She had an effervescent aura around her. With a cute ponytail
and bright twinkling eyes, she looked full of energy and life. Whenever our
eyes met, she gave me a warm smile which was so genuine and pleasant that I
couldn’t help smiling at her back, despite my distasteful mood.
The young girl’s vivacity couldn’t restrain me from
looking at her. As I had nothing to do, I looked at her and her mother for a
long time. At first, I wondered why her mother was silent all the while, albeit
she was smiling whenever her daughter was telling her how beautiful the meadows
looked or the river outside the train looked.
It was as if the young girl was having an uncanny conversation
with her mother. Some people might call it a one sided conversation, but it was
exactly not so. Her mother was as much involved in the conversation as much was
the little girl. The uncanny part was that one person was communicating through
words while the other person was communicating through body language and feelings.
Finally after some time, I could comprehend that the
mother of the girl was totally speech impaired. She was dumb but her lovely
daughter made it sure to communicate with her about every single thing that
caught her interest. Although her speech was impaired, she could effortlessly
communicate with her daughter through her smile and body language.
I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at the
mother-daughter duo. Despite some void and imperfections in their lives, their lives looked so
beautiful filled with love and tranquility. They were not annoyed by the train
being late or the hawkers shouting incessantly. They were perfectly content in
their own world.
Life
is really beautiful. It is up to us to find beauty out of ugliness, peace out
of the cauldron and harmony out of disharmony.
Suddenly, the petty things stopped bothering me and
I looked outside the window of the train to admire life in a new way.
I have been tagged by my friend Kiran and my brother Sachin
to take part in the Five photos Five stories challenge (FPFS) which is-
Post a picture for 5 consecutive days and attach a post to it fiction,
poem or short write-up. It can be anything to suit your taste.
I am tagging my friend Maniparna whose poems and stories always leave a mark on my mind on Day Two and as a part of challenge, I will tag a new person on Day Three.
even i like travelling in train :) i agree with the you :) life is indeed beautiful and its upto us :)
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely, Sachin. Cheers :)
DeleteI hate trains as such in india. But we tend to meet unusual ppl here. Some funny ones n some annoying...lovely blog
ReplyDeleteSo true! The journey is hectic but we come across some interesting people.
DeleteThank you and a warm welcome to my blog, Sonia :)
Beautiful post. Life is indeed beautiful if we look at the positive side.
ReplyDeleteSo true, Kiran. Thanks :)
DeleteI hate trains as such in india. But we tend to meet unusual ppl here. Some funny ones n some annoying...lovely blog
ReplyDeleteI Love to travel in even train :) i agree with the you :) .......
ReplyDeleteMe too because of the fascinating people we meet in the journeys :)
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