Gaaṛee bulaa rahee hai

The train is calling, whistling. Life itself is about moving, like the train, that’s what it is doing.

Let us learn from the train, or from a kid’s game. With our burdens on our backs and fire in our hearts and smoke-like words from our lips. And it moves on, even while singing.

Facing storms and hurricanes, rains, or lightning, the train does not hesitate. Be it day or night; It moves with its signal. One moment it is coming, the next moment it is passing by.

So too, people come, people go like waves in the waters. And after they go, their memories stay like the memories of fairs and good times. Memories build and recede all the time.

Look at the train, it seems humane – treating good and bad alike. All board, be they friend or foe. And, with all on board, it takes off. Whether moving or stopping, like life and death, it is still imparting a lesson.

One should not give up and place one’s neck on the rails. Never lose faith. Instead, return to your base, your foundation, and know that the night is passing and dawn is arriving. Listen to the message for life is a contest. Life is not just a dream in which you jump across oceans or tear down mountains. It is like the streams, even in slumber, moving along, energetic, creating.