Each of these living creatures has a space of their own , but still ignorantly is sharing the space in the train , the station , the departmental stores , the park and so many other places , they are sharing time , space and part of their life. Without even realizing there is a connection made , which gets tested at times of calamities. Then all become one from each individuals , why , because they were sharing that space.
Staring at these ignorant people who so nicely moves around in the places where so many others are also moving around , suddenly it strikes that may be each one of them has their own story to tell or rather may be they are my stories which I am trying to see through them. Each of those pair of eyes has an emotion to hide , an emotion to show , past to forget and may be a future to share. Imagine the lone lady sitting in front of you staring out of the window with a blank eye while you are traveling in the train. So many stories she may be carrying with her, may be she had a bad day at office,may be she is just thinking what to have for dinner , or thinking about the next best shopping spree and like this you make your own story. Then you see the same woman in the shopping mall and then your imagnation starts again , you constantly decipher few more stories , like may be she has come to meet someone , then you see her with some one and thus it continues with a never ending thread.
In our lives with so many people we encounter short term as well as long term , with all of them we draw our own stories , out hidden stories and expectations and dreams we try to put in on them and then imagine it to be coming true. Eventually we join our imagination threads one by one and then make out own perception about a whole person's life. It is amazing how wild those dreams can run and when you join those few threads the imagination takes a third dimension and then all seems to be like real. And all this and a lot more happens when the subject is fully unaware of your hidden desires which has been bestowed on him/her.
It has been always fun to put your dreams , your words, your imagination to an unknown character and try to make it alive , even when you have no connection , but then just sitting at the restaurant and observing them taking their food can be so interesting that it can actually belt out a novel in itself.Its not that there is no connection , there is always that feel which moves in the air as it is the same air we breathe and we are living with , so no matter how different we can try to make ourselves , we all are one and are tied with one thread.
I am still sitting at the station and gazing at the rails tracks as it runs far never to meet ever may be , who knows and may someone there is now watching me and forming a story of his own .........
