It is the soul that matters

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Train Travel

Thanks to Shrads posts, I am writing after such a long time. What to write about…She writes about observing people and things around her. That reminded me of an observation, I had promised myself I would write about.
It’s about a train travel.
From the time I entered the ladies compartment of a Borivli bound local, I kept observing this girl and her mother. The girl would be in he late teens. I had never seen her before but she seemed so familiar.
The kind of conversation they were having brought a smile to my face. Nothing specific. They were talking about their day’s activities and were making plans for dinner. But I kept looking at the girl’s face. She always had that saintly smile on her face. She looked so content and so happy with her simple life. That’s why she seemed familiar.
She reminded me of “ME,” when I was a teenager. I remember when people used to tell me that they see me wearing that beautiful smile always. I never used to get frustrated or furious on anyone or anything. I used to look so cool and content at that time. I used to talk with my mom for hours together.
Things have changed over the years. Now, a small reason is enough to irritate me. Not that I wasn’t moody before, but had good control on my moods. But now, I am a slave of my moods. And those long chats with mom, gone…gone away. Its just small talks now.
Life takes away so many beautiful tings from you. Maybe getting into the real world has been really expensive to me. Life does not give me time for all that I love to do. Its so much of a TIMETABLE.
So, 1 message for that cute girl, whose face I just cannot forget. Don’t lose your innocence. You look very beautiful with that smile on your face. And message to her mom – Keep talking to daughter always, however busy life makes you or her.
And one message for myself: Enough of these LIFE excuses. I can still do all that makes me happy. I can still wear that smile always. I always keep telling myself. Happiness comes from within. And this motivating sentence does a wonderful job. And I feel I am a teenager again. Yes, you will see me smile the next time you meet me.

Posted by Nats :: Tuesday, February 12, 2008 :: 2 comments