Relationships are always very complicated, one of such mine is with a local train, I take every day. Her thoughts had become regular visitors in my calculative writing mind since long and so I decided to confess a little bit in front of all.
I observe things which people usually pass by, such as working of this local train. Sometimes I also personify them.
I don’t remember meeting her first time, but whichever was that, it wasn’t a perfect moment. Many of other passengers also tried to interact with both of us and in the end we never got to explain ourselves. It is now I find her precious time suitable for me when I accompany her on my every day route.
It is very odd how she does not care about any passenger but wants to do a respectable thing. It is all the work this train cares about! It almost seems robotic but it somehow has other side as well. She reminds me of the old classic lady feminist characters. They were women with tall pride and intense social motives until they would find disturbingly rare defined guys who would steal their care under the name of love.
They almost seemed robotic but they would melt ones the guy arrived in their life. I would always wonder who qualifies for such match in her case. She has been the ultimate socialite I have seen. It never mattered rich or poor or people of different religions, she always believed in their better part.
Though I think I understand her very well, she always leaves me in an obsessed struggle to know more about her through various occasions on the route. A day you find her taking a girl at exact time in the universe to catch first sight of her soul mate and then consequently supports the love cause between them. At another you find her granting coldly death wish to a poor soul, who confines train suicide his destiny.
Small things matter to her. She tries to help our sad little souls in her way. It is not that hard to imagine there could be more of a world to our non living train, if we see it through empathetic eyes. It is not that this machinery has restricted her in technical decisions and static decor but us. We have made our world big enough to forget ourselves.
Finally, a person like me with such thoughts, getting off at a station might forget the words such as Train pass or ticket. At sight of ticket collector, I might also suddenly sabotage relationship with her. In such case, adjacent platform hosting huge crowd can be a big help to pass by unnoticed, reminding self not to repeat the mistake again. This platform holds another interesting case of non living character, but for later.
But for local train work never ends, in this city of mess. She still continues to roam around doing her duty and I seek more of her to find what matters to me.
