Trains

By Challa Bhanu Pranav

I have a thing for train rides. The constancy of my coach enveloped in the changing world around it.

Noticing the sudden change from thick dense jungles to urban civilizations morphing into baren wastelands with noting but wandering buffalos in it.

It lets us freely venture out into the universe, soak in all the beauties of the natural world, the modifications of man, sometimes the juncture of the two and sometimes their negatives.

And the best part?

When it is getting too much for our measly minds to handle, we can get right back to the book in hand or the chaos around and take comfort in the familiarity of human atrocities.

It lets us spin our stories about people around or some for ourselves. It lets us hold the hands of a special someone while drifting past trees and poles in the dark of night near the door. It lets us dream in peace but adjust in sleep. A limitless travelling coffin of sorts.

How can I not admire this experience of the self? Starting from withing and ending there. The universe experiencing itself. The ultimate journey of self-realisation, if you will.

What can I do, but stare in awe and let life and time flow through me as I evolve?

By Challa Bhanu Pranav