Pratitula

The local train screeched with a heavy, sliding brake. Jharna's attention drifted away from the distance in her relationships and fell upon the crowd waiting at the station-a crowd easily five times the train's capacity. They couldn't get into this train and were left filled with regret as they watched it depart. Such a massive crowd, almost like a human sea.Is this human sea grander than the infinite questions and the caravan of memories rising within Jharna's mind? Jharna ponders-what else remains now? Which story is left to be relived? Which thought is about to peek out from her inner self next?Perhaps now is the time to pause for a moment, sit by the train window, rest, feel the fresh breeze, and enjoy this journey with a peaceful mind. Taking out a little free time for oneself and spending it with one's own soul-how wonderful that truly is.