I experienced some of the best moments in my life while travelling on the train. It first started during college days when I began taking the train which was largely uncrowned at the early morning. These times were the most beautiful ones. With the cool breeze dozing me off and my mind blank and uncluttered with a thousand thoughts I talked to myself. My brain it has a voice that I can only listen, it wander hither and yonder connecting disconnecting………I have no words to describe it b, coz I don’t remember much of what it was talking, but it is witty, so flows without a hitch……..
I mostly think about life. Like why the person who played such a melody in the flute should be blind, and doing so in a train for a few rupees. But the man never spoke a word, played his flute, and accepted money with is head held high. It’s a rare quality…..
People who know me of this ether realm know me as a talkative one, always a chatter box. I cannot dent it, I am enjoy talking and discussing. But my real place is my solitude and my real company my soliloquies. I may spend 11 waking hours crowded with people and their thoughts and even the voices of dead ones through their work… But every day I need some time with myself, my inner voice that is my best companion and friend or else I cannot sleep.
I am sure everyone experiences something like this, share it for I don’t want to be the lone one in the place…..
