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Train Journey

Anxious about her fate and choice,
With teary eyes and a broken voice,
With lots of wishes and some money,
She started on the long train journey.

Travelling through the racing backdrops,
Of fields, forests, towns, rivers, hilltops,
Like the scenes outside, her feelings inside,
Kept ebbing, surging as her tears dried.

With clear eyes she saw her co-travelers,
Who looked good, not bad bad anglers, 
Some of whom in the same state of mind,
And they all smiled, leaving tears behind.

And so started the real train journey,
With eager strangers for company,
Sharing juicy nuggets of their lives,
Like jokes from treasured archives.

There were people she met daily,
What she knew of them was scaly,
Hard to see through and external,
As if a facade, impermeable, formal.

In the train it was different to say,
Sharing space for an entire day,
To see them talk, sleep, eat, emote
So close by was hard not to note.

So she knew the travelers better,
Parting advices failed to hold her,
As she bonded with those people,
She sensed new excitements ripple.

Like the fast train that had her shifted,
Far and wide her thoughts had drifted,
De-boarding was not end of a journey,
But an FB status update, a new journey.