Quote that saved a day.

This qoute by Paulo Cohelo saved a day for me. It was a real audacious mood -lifter.
"Hollow calls for patience. All of a sudden the river entres a sort of hole and stops running as before. At such moments the only way put is to count on the help of time. When the right moment comes the hollow fills up and the water can flow ahead. In the place of the ugly, lifeless hole there now stands a lake that others can contemplate with joy."

"Is There Anything in the World Sadder Than a Train Standing in the Rain?"

Nothing has talked to me as much as the trains did. I had gone to the beach many times with the intent of listening to the sea.But such sublime things never happened.

I lived near to a suburban metro station in Chennai for almost two years.Neither friends, nor fun or studies have moved me as much as the trains did. During the stay their I developed my innate child-like curiosity for trains.It never became a commonplace thing to me.Everyday of my stay I used to open my doors to see trains as they pass by . To see a goods-train idling on then track, when I go for a evening stroll or a cup of tea, delighted me more than anything.

I feel, there is nothing more representative of life as trains. It moves on whatever happens.

My life in that small cramped room was incessantly punctuated by the noise of trains.It has broken my silence innumerable times.Trains have rammed into my dreams when I was half-asleep. I have clinged to their doors and tops and it had taken me to valleys overlooked by mountains with mist running down it. And the full-moon steadily and persistently glowing over it.

I feel trains are not just means of transport but a principal life-mover.People lead their life depending on trains.People beg, people sing.People get entertained.People fall in love. People get killed.But how much ever their lives are changed by trains, it never stops.It keeps running and generates more stories.

One of my unforgettable experience was when I was crossing the railway tracks.I was on the middle of two tracks. And trains were going on both of them. It trembled me.The wind, as the trains moved past almost stuck me down. I simply closed my eyes. It was a scary and sublime feeling.

Most of the times I tend to think of trains as a living-creatures. Much like a super-anaconda with many sub-species.And that it is possible zoologically study the trains and it's evolution from a single primitive ancestor.
If we were to regress to superstitious beliefs with our technological advancements intact, I think trains will be worshiped as deities. And myths will be made about. It is only our reason that keeps us from doing it; not our instincts.No wonder Pablo Neruda said in one of his poems "Is there anything in the world sadder/than a train standing in the rain?"