Time Traveling

There are more than many reasons why trains are called the ‘Lifeline of Mumbai’ and it is open to interpretation for all. For most Mumbaikars though, their train journeys are more or less like a spiritual, soul searching experiences. Well, sort of (We do have our daily dose of the hell time too).

But when I say spiritual I do not mean peace and tranquility. It’s more like coming in terms with the reality, I would say. It’s weird though how the most indispensable part of our lives is something that we do not wish to be associated with at all.

I know for the fact, that 90% of the people traveling in the trains wish not to be there ever again. That determination makes them show up at the same station every single day. It’s more of destiny that determines who leaves the tracks behind and who gets lost in it.

But what I see, are the stories, the ambiguous relationships that creeps through these unthought-of of desires, the meetings and the separations and the fights. I see the talkers, the observers, the sleepers, the pick-pocketers and common amongst all; the dreamers.

I, the loner. I see. I see my life passing by. But I also see that the tracks never end and they never will.