The Story Of A Man Unknown ...
Travelling by the train 19578,I was awakened by my sleep to find a woman by my side(you never know Indian train and Indian women) talking in a language known to me as an UNKNOWN and UNINTERPRETABLE language , with a woman who seemed too young to be her friend.
As I was 15 , it was expected of me to give respect to elders and so with great effort I tried to control my seething anger by resorting to my only option , looking out of the window...
The way Nature transforms a person is truly amazing and unpredictable. The moment you look up from your mobile screen , you see sights of nature which startle you with it's beauty , for the banana and coconut trees seemed extraordinarily beautiful and majestic in real than in the pictures of Google or Safari.
As startled as I was , I started to realise that the more I observed that the Nature, the more they started to feel like my companions I never had , dancing to my tunes and listening to my thoughts. It is a wonder how Nature answers the questions which you had wanted answers to probably all your lives. As my friendship with Nature was evolving , the nature showed me many truths , good and evil, of humans, and how we were destroying what we like to call our own MOTHER NATURE. It showed me that even while it had acquired beauty , it had a spot , a depressed spot in it where it longed for it's children to come back and love it rather than to leave it alone for dying, for humans had killed it's children. As natural as it was, I wished it luck and asked it to share it's happy stories with me.
The Nature continued to elude me with it's stories when I noticed that we had arrived at the beautiful station of the Shoranur Junction. The Nature here seemed happy and young . The train was to stop here for 3 minutes and no wonder I enjoyed my conversation with them. As was my personality, I started to observe the passengers getting off , those on the platform and those serving. In doing so, my eyes fell on a man , no more than 65 , getting off the train. In the humid atmosphere of hustle and bustle, the Man seemed calm and yet desperately in search of someone he expected.
The Bronze skinned man didn't reveal it to anyone but I noticed that his deep set eyes under his frame less spectacles. They revealed his secret. No one else seemed to notice but me. In his eyes, I could see that he had expected maybe his now adult children , to receive him at the station. Oh! How he would have had loved to see his beloved after months of work at a distant land. The man stood with his small trolley bag in front of the boggey for maybe a minute to see if he could find a familiar face.
The man could find nothing to his expectations and , with a sigh, he turned to leave. As I watched the Bronze skinned Man disappear into the sun, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. After all, what could I do.
With an unknown personality and face , the Man left an everlasting impression on me and taught me a lesson that I wouldn't have had had learnt until later in life. He unknowingly taught me that even when things don't boil up to your perception, you have to keep going for the world doesn't stop for someone and nor does time. You just have to keep moving towards your destination...
