The train’s whistle echoed in the bridge and woke him up, I could see as much as a window. Everywhere was green although misty. The picture of high big coconut trees were reflected in the eyes of the paddy fields. The train was full of Jasmine fragrance sitting at the back of women’s long, black hair (reaching their waist), in colorful Sarees.
The seats were host of different people at different stations. The shadow of the train was also coming side by side of the train.
Outside, a small dirty girl in a short polka dot skirt was waving her hands for the passengers and running alongside the train.
Oh God! so sorry again, I forget to thank you for sensing this morning among the ordinary people in a moving train!


2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. sara  |  May 21, 2009 at 6:45 pm

    good piece of rythm. It made me think for some moments. best wishes sara

  • 2. azadeh  |  May 22, 2009 at 6:37 am

    dear Sara,
    your comment makes me happy. good luck.

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