From where i stood,i could see the train approach. So beautiful from a distance. So slow. Couldn’t help but wonder, “oh dear Mr train, will you ever reach your destination?” The nearer it came, i could see clearly its passagers, the well dressed gentlemen always reading magazines, their neighbouring friends who either didn’t afford to buy one and all they could do was stretch their necks so as to read and keep themselves busy.
The ladies who assumed they were well up and classy and didn’t want their neigbour lady who had six young children all dirty and smelly cramped up in one chair get near them. I assumed all they did was give her wierd looks that when put in words would read,”haven’t you heard of family planning?”
About that young lady, her hands on her cheeks, deep in thought, not aware of her neighbouring friends some on their mobile phones. The train had all kind of people. Loud music, gossips, politics, loudmouths,crying, laughter, all kind of noise. All these people had something in common, worries,problems they all wished could be solved.
As the train passed by, i thought, now that it carried all those worries and problems, who was to carry its own?
