If you find yourself a seat next to the window, it is the best thing that can happen to you inside the train. As the train slowly rocks and rattles away, the breeze induces sleep in you and you doze off. But not for long. You suddenly hear the distant voice of the fruit seller, making you stir. As the voice comes closer and closer, your sleep is gone, and you are wide awake. The lady insists on dangling her covers of fruits right in front of your face until you buy them or answer with a really firm no.
With the sleep gone, you plug in your earphones and start looking out the window, waiting for your station to come, slightly nodding your head and tapping your fingers to the music in your ears. Out of nowhere, you suddenly hear some different tunes, not in sync with your music. You turn around and see a blind couple, the man playing an old and worn out percussion instrument and the lady holding a wireless mic in one hand (have never figured out how they got that), singing in full voice, songs of Him and the other hand stretched out for alms. You take a minute or two to look at and listen to them, and by the time you realise that you haven’t given any money, they are already at the other end of the compartment. You feel bad about not having been able to help them, and you take a minute or two to be grateful for the good life you have been lucky enough to have.
As is common among all, your mind, never at rest, races from one quick thought to another, rewinding and forwarding certain events from your life. You look into the distance with the eyes of a dreamer and think of that one person you have a burning desire for, or that wish that you badly want to be fulfilled. You reminisce, analyse, judge yourself and your life. Your past, whatever is the story, catches up with you, and in sync with the constant sound of the wheels, you replay incidents, which have now been altered by your mind.
The train slowly chugs down as it approaches your station. Someone, somewhere around you mentions the name of the station, and you snap out of your reverie, pick up your belongings in a haste, compose yourself and stand by the door for the train to halt. You get down and plunge back into reality. Dreams and memories fade into the back of your mind, waiting to be set free another time, another outlet, another journey with the chugging companion.