A journey-the circle of life

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Compacted into the hollow tube, complete strangers stand as close to one another as two lovers huddled together, while walking down a darkened deserted street on a stormy night.
The sound of human voices is muffled by the rush of air whipping against the outside walls of the metallic shell of the train.

Each physically present body contains a soul powered by a beating heart, holding a mind a million miles away, yet plagued by thoughts unwilling to cease. Emotions, worries, joys and terrors lurking somewhere beyond the grasp of comprehension fill the tiny space around them and form a condensed cloud which seems to linger in the air.

The air is dense with a number of mixed smells each one completely different  from the other yet somehow intermingling to create a strange mustiness.

Leaning against the door of the train, is the pram of a baby boy. His father, crouched low over him tries time and time again to placate him but his cries get louder and louder. Soon a piercing wail echoes throughout the carriage.The baby,now the centre of attention soon becomes a matter of concern, annoyance, pain and sympathy of the small crowd which makes up the content of the carriage. Each onlooker has a mask of emotions etched into their faces, yet each set of eyes carries an undecipherable set of feelings.

Some faces are able to mask the extent of the depths by which their thoughts consume them, but their eyes have a mind of their own. And if studied carefully enough tell a different story every time.

The silence is broken by the crackle of an announcement and the baby abruptly stops crying.The train slows down and halts to a sudden stop. The journey ends and each stranger disperses, once more becoming a part of the circle of life.

nadia nawaz

10 thoughts on “A journey-the circle of life

  1. You never fail to surprise me. This is exquisite. And to let you know. I am in deep love with trains and railways stations. It was a treat to read. Esp, the sight at sunsets and sunrise, beauty!

  2. You know.. It is the power of the writing, the essence of the wordplay that can control a person reading or hearing it. My favourite is that tiny sting and that soft melancholy, or as Frost puts it, watching the tress swaying in wind after closing the windows and hushing everything. It’s that feeling that touches deep down, somewhere inside in the buried folds of ourselves.

    We all that tiny sting inside us when we write this way, I can feel it in your writing. God bless yer friend, and giddy up up !!

    • Im touched to know my writing effects you so deeply. What you’ve described is similar to the thrill i get when writing these posts. Each one brings out something different!

  3. Brilliant as usual. You always leave me open mouthed in wonder. I will write more when I have some time. Life is pretty rushed at the moment.

    I didn’t really understand the last part though. “The journey ends and each stranger disperses, once more becoming a part of the circle of life.”
    Isn’t this journey too a part of the circle of life? How do they step away from that while in the tube?

    • I can relate to that rushed feeling! Time is passing too quickly these days.
      To hear such high praise from such a talented writer like you is humbling. Thank you Pari!
      While writing the last line, I was trying to give the impression that while inside the train, all those people shared one journey; one happening, within a series of events which brought them all together if only for a limited amount of time. As soon as the train stopped, they once again became a part of the whole. Scattered across breaking that link which held them all together for a few fleeting moments.

  4. A natural talent to write.
    Enjoyed reading the descriptive words.

    “Each physically present body contains a soul powered by a beating heart, holding a mind a million miles away, yet plagued by thoughts unwilling to cease. Emotions, worries, joys and terrors lurking somewhere beyond the grasp of comprehension fill the tiny space around them and form a condensed cloud which seems to linger in the air.”
    BEAUTIFUL 🙂

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