The Dream Express

The tracks inspired the villagers to reach their destination. Each had a different dream, and a different plan for the journey. She always wondered if those blue wagon cars had the capacity to hold all those rosy dreams.

The only train that passed through that village was called Dadar–Lucknow Express. She preferred to call it a Dream for Luck Now Express. She stopped at the grey cement crossing, and turned back from that point.

Life had stopped for her, when she bid goodbye to a loved one, at the same point, twelve years ago. He had never returned.

 

Inspired by Saturday Mix- January 14,2017

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