The train moved, cutting through the endless landscape which it touched and left, evoking nostalgia and desire, surpassing life and death. The ever fascinating eternity eluded at the reach of hand.
The train sighed and halted after a while and I was called back to life . Opposite to me was sitting a boy, with big broad eyes that could absorb the world inside. Was there tears in that? Why is it that he was not looking at anything with those those innocent eyes of his ? I know that through those eyes world would be a better place. Did the mind fail his eyes?.
"What is wrong my son?"- I did not ask.
"Have you ever been thrown out of the ruthless race in world?, Or have you been crushed underneath some burden so personal to you? Or is it that you fear to look into the future?
Are you feeling lonely? Should I shelter you under my solitude?"- These words never came out.
"Emotional idiot you are"- murmured the world.
My hands never touched his forehead. My words never reached his heart. My eyes never consoled his eyes.
I walked out of the train and crossed the rails.
As I took steps forward, I gave a last look to the past. There he was sitting in the seat opposite to his, with his eyes fixed deep in the past. Breathing in the nostalgia which he could never have lived.
