Express Train
Nasima Eslami-Yamchi
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train went fast and in spite of his efforts to keep track of time and the cities they passed through, he started reminiscing about his past. Fields were passing by fast and after sometime his gaze was lost in the emptiness. He remembered his first train-ride on his own. He was only 16 and had to go all the way down to Manchester for an interview in a college. He couldn't remember anymore how he had come to choose Manchester or this college but could very well recall his fear and worry on the journey which made him double check the name of the cities the train stopped at. Yes, it was after this trip that the endless journey of his life began. It is now years that he has been moving on, sometimes to study, sometimes to work for more money and sometimes to find a new challenge in life. It had always made him wonder how the others stuck to their little villages, where they were born and how the familiarity of each stone of the cobbled streets made them feel secure at home. "How can they feel satisfied with such limited vision?", he thought. "Haven't they heard the wise men saying, 'a pond rots because the water can not flow'?" But, still deep in his heart he felt a pang of pain as he thought about part of his youth. Even he felt the nostalgic attraction of visiting the old little village. He thought maybe after all we human beings could extinct because we tend to leave the towns, cities, countries we were born in and do not care to save the places of our origin! Though, saying this to someone who has just got on the train to discover new worlds and opportunities will make him frown at you. Just then the train stopped and he realized that he had to get off. He joined the flow of people rushing in all directions. Once again,he left the station planning his next trip! |