Experiencing A Journey

One quiet sunny morning, I was out of mind and packed my things. Yes, it was another day of travelling. I’m weird in a matter that I hate to depart a place and start to somewhere. I’m very sick of that. I don’t like starting to anywhere and that day was again a reluctant one for me. But one thing was ok that I’m travelling to my home.

I took my bag. Ooooo I hate carrying a bag to anywhere. And I haven’t brought my scroll bag because it would be too big for my journey and this bag was too heavy for me. But that’s ok; many wouldn’t have an opportunity to see one. I went on to the railway station to get my train by early noon. As going to the place, my eyes and ears where wandering all over in hearing and seeing wherrrrre isssss my platformmmmm... By then I saw many people in a rush to somewhere. I usually have a tendency to observe people and so I did that day. Some for work, some with tension, some free, some almost running, everyone had their own commitment and I had mine too... “Stop observing and go soon or else you would miss your train”, my mind said...

I finally went on to the platform that is assured of my train and waited there. That platform was orphaned and no coach positions were mentioned. As I’m unsure of the place I’m standing, I decided to ask about whether I’m standing at the right place and went near a family and asked whether this is the right place I’m standing by. That family consists of a father, a mother and a little girl. They said, “yes we think so and stand with us, if not the coach would be a few place from here and we shall catch it”... I smiled and said thank you.

Then finally the train arrived and it was almost seven coaches away... Oh my God I’ve to run... That aunty asked me to run so as to catch the coach because it would leave within minutes. What do to, I ran with the bag in my hand and when I was a coach away, I noticed near by coach had empty entrance and my coach was fully occupied by people who wait to get in. So I decided not to disturb the line and got up on the previous coach. When I was crossing the coach inside, the family I have inquired was searching me and the father went near the entrance to see me... I was coming behind and the aunty saw me and told him that she is here safe... The father smiled at me and I smiled him back. Oh my God, Angels are so good to meet... I felt overwhelmed by such a care from a stranger. I felt myself as a princess. I was very very happy... How would it feel like to see someone care for us in the crowd of unknown faces! Everyday we have trials and responsibilities and something more that takes life out of our lives. But feeling this was something beyond, like a fairy tale. It was beautiful to experience.

Then I got seated near the window, oops I love window seat, where I saw a young girl of my age wearing a yellow chudidhar sitting a place far off me in the same seat and the middle seat was empty. I saw an old man with white short beard wearing a blue T-shirt with headsets down his shoulders reading a paper. The place near him was empty and the other end was filled with another old man.

Then at a station that I failed to notice its name, some guys came up with laughs and chatter and searched for their place. Only two were going to travel and one place was between the two men. They showed up excitements in their face when they encountered that they had their next place between we two girls. They also said one guy not to take that place and asked the other guy to take that place with chuckles. I quietly heard what is going on and was thinking what to do. The girl was noticing all that’s happening. Suddenly she broke out and asked the old man who is sitting in the corner seat to take the place of the guy telling him that as they were guys they would feel uncomfortable sitting in between girls. The old man agreed and she shifted near me and asked the old man to sit in the end. Suddenly the laughs and cheer of guys were stopped. What a situation is this, I thoroughly enjoyed the girl’s intelligence. I noticed the guy’s reaction and it was out of explanation.

It was a journey full of nice experience. I observed a man conversing about the stuffs with an old lady and she looked like the mom of Shahrukhan in hindi films (Kuch Kuch Hota Hai). I’m not very sure of it but almost like that. She was wearing a pink cotton punjabi model salwar and I was happy looking at her face. Her face was very smiling and pleasing. She was wearing a spectacle and once smiled at me too. Though I smiled her back, it is hard to take the eye out because it was such a pleasing face.

Then it was time for me to get down at my station and I did and noticed her almost running before me. She was so fast and soon disappeared in the crowd. Then I slowly went on my way seeing and thinking people’s interests and commitments and felt whether anyone will stop to experience a happiness in their journey.