Simple pleasures

Once upon a time, not far in the past, we were waiting in the railway station. Mother was complaining about the waiting. Father, on the other hand, was excited. He kept telling me how great the adventure going to be. I did not see it initially with all the crowds and the sweat dripping. It took a while before it turned into a pleasant adventure.

Our journey began when the guard waved the green flag. Finally, the air crept in from the window, and sweat bid goodbye. It was only a few more moments that took me to realize what my father meant by adventure. Green farms were passing by. The long and tender plants dancing in the wind felt like they were waving at me in welcome. Then came the small lakes with kids jumping in absolute delight, not caring for the heavy sun tiring them. The long trees, standing next to our tracks. Their long branches stretching end to end felt to me like guards protecting me in this adventure.

The train slowed down next to what looked like a sea of green. That was where I see this newborn goat kid. Getting hold of her new legs jumping up and down, she was running. It felt to my naked eye she was running to catch the train. That young legs not supporting she tripped and fell. I wanted to run for the rescue. Only then, I noticed the mother goat. She ran to pick her kid. The goat's stare turned towards the train, specifically towards my window. Her eyes looked angry as if telling me to keep away from her kid. It was an instinct. I remember my grandmother telling me no mother wants an evil eye to fall on her kid. If I continued to stare at the goat, she might have jumped on the train to fight me.

The train stopped at a station, and my father had a surprise for me. He took me to the driver's cabin. My father was a train enthusiast and requested the driver to travel with them. The view from there was even more fun. The trees now looked waiting for us like an audience standing at the side of the red carpet welcoming us. Is the adventure going to be any better than this? I thought the camera would have made this better and tried to pick my DSLR up. 

But you know what, recollecting it from your memories makes it worth the adventure, said, my father. 

For the first time, I had to agree with my father. No amount of likes on Instagram is worth the real journey. So, I kept the camera down and gave myself to the adventure that was before me.