Train Tales

The sky with moisture and wetness invited my halted mind to rewind the misty doors and windows of my home. The home that I dreamt on my prime days had a very high door standing on a veranda which in turn had 7 steps to be climbed from the road. The road was mostly wet by the fog, and I sat on the top 7th step and with my hands on my chin was whistling my train to get into life.

A window opened from the left corner, and I knew she was there to feel the sunlight that reflected on the moisture in the roadside flowers. I sat there with a view of her fingers and then her trailing hair. Never have I been ever breathed with a lot of life inside me, that I had to literally touch my feet to double check I am still on Earth. The morning, the fog, the wet road, the breeze, and the sunlight created an ambience of pure bliss that I smiled on my own with an elated mind.

I stood up and walked inside to reach the window and then to reach her. She lay on the cot with her hands up right on the windows waiting for the sunlight and breeze to embrace her from eternity. I took cautious moves to reach her and then sat beside her. I brushed her long hair that formed a wavy outfit on her forehead to cheeks. I could hear the birds chirping from the nearby courtyard and the lighter hum of the breeze. Even in that calmness while I gently stopped brushing her hair, she opened her eyes only to ask.

"How alive are you today with my hair? You want to stop?"

From the cot to the door, to the last step, to the road, to a thousand miles, to the sky my mind raced back to my halted state only to say inside me.

"What a never-ending tale of the train"