The mini story below is dedicated to Mrs. Zx - an amateur artist
and a lover of dreams. She works in Jeddah.
Spiritual
journey and a friend...
After a deadly
troublesome journey in a red color painted private bus, I reached Aluva railway
station.
Now 9: 30 am. I'm
in platform no: 3, having coffee sitting on a round bucket chair.
Just after the
station, there stood a huge Banyan tree with long hanging roots, as if it
touched the sky. The clear blue sky inspired a warm mood in me.
The platform was
almost calm and silent; without many passengers. When looked back again into
the sky, it gave me a feeling of peace and as if i'm back to Nature from the
noisy rusty town streets.
Slowly, the train
began to appear like a huge living creature showing its mighty. I love train
journey as it always sparked new ideas and dreams in me. We can go back to
Nature once again when we cross villages, rivers, farm fields and through
woods. I think town life is totally material and taking a train ride is purely
a spiritual one.
When train
stopped, I was thrilling what new experience this journey would gift me...
Got a window
seat. I looked around. There was one gentle man was sitting just opposite of me
-
simply dressed, with a bright face & wide forehead.
To break the
silence, he asked:
"Are you Mr.
.....?"
"Yes":
I replied
"Did you do
your graduation in the ................ College?": Again his query.
"Yeah..."
Surprised I'm
Actually he was
my classmate in college. He lives writing - he's become a popular author now.
I remembered his
olden days.
He loved to live
as a writer, so done diploma in creative writing and took his pen with hope,
but no single word he could make.
Next step, he
began to read and read. He got books of Shakespeare, William Wordsworth,
Sherlock Holmes of
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle...
1000 and 1 nights
Arabian stories...
Then came to
Malayalam novels: 'Bhargahvee Nilayam', 'Khasakinte Ithihasam', 'Adithyanum
Radhyaum Mattu Chilarum' .....
Read many
magazines, short stories, mini stories...
but no use, except he lost some money only.
Anyhow, he tried
again...
He went visiting
several places, pilgrim centers -away from towns, towards hill areas, riverside
huts..
still his paper remained empty with not any single line on it.
Then he left the
plan to be a writer.
"Ok, how you
became a popular writer like now?" I couldn’t stop me asking.
His words:
"I left the
plan to live as a writer. After some years I got married like any other guy.
Just after 3 months of marriage, ideas began to spring up in my mind. Some more
months passed. My inner mind became restless and I needed to write.
Almost 1 year
after marriage: All my accumulated thoughts burst out and delivered into a
book. It has got many readers.
Now my inside is
really burning with full of ideas and I can write anything anytime.
The train reached
Palakkad station. I've to get down.
I commented:
"I never thought married life has a good advantage like this. I've also to
get marry"
While rushing
towards the busy noisy town again, I was still in the world of spiritual
journey with my friend and his enlightening story.
-with
luv
