That night
The Present, A Journey
I’m sitting in a passenger train, travel from somewhere far away. It seems like a very long time before I will reach my destination. I still have a lot of time on this journey.
The sky outside is getting darker. I know that the air outside is extreme cold. Even though the rain hasn’t come yet but the wet, humid cold air is floating outside away. The glass window of the train has thousand of water drops, which are touching with the shimmering light from the small lamps on the roof. Water drops that run when the train moves with great velocity and wind blows so that they met with other drops and become bigger and run faster until they left the glass window at last. I was enjoyed looking at them.
I’m sitting in a relaxing pose. The passenger’s chair is quite large and comfortable. In my hand there is a book that I left it open. Although not intend to read it anymore. The twilight ambient is still passing ceaselessly while the train keeps it way forward. I look out of the window with an absent mind, freeing my blank mind and let it fly away slowly.
I know that this train will take me to my desired place and I know that it is still far away before I have to get out of the train. I’m quite familiar with this kind of journey because I have been doing a lot of journeys since many years ago. The sound of the train’s wheels hammering with the rails sounds like a repeated music rhythm that calm and comfort my mind from my own private quietness. Another hundreds passengers are traveling on the same train but in my feeling I’m traveling alone on my way.
What I usually do when I’m on a long journey with the train is, however, to do nothing at all.
While I’m freeing my brain to think about nothing, as usual during every journey, there was one memory raised in my mind. It happened in the night like this. Story that happen to me in the old day and recalls a little smile on my face every time I think about it. The impression when you have first met someone you never seen in your life but that first met affected your memory surprisingly. The sight that you have seen for just few seconds, but remembered in your mind ever. Someone you can’t help thinking how special is to your life.
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The Past, A Journey
I was traveling alone by an air-conditioned city bus. The outside city atmosphere was so dark. It was raining and cold but yet still full with colors and the chaotic of the big city. These depressed ambient passing endlessly while the bus was rushing to its destination. The big glass window separates me from the annoying noises and cold rain. On the bus were another passengers traveling but in my feeling I was traveling alone on my way. The bus air-conditioning system was working too well and that I felt sick of the coldness. I can’t say whether the coldness was from the surrounding air or from the emptiness of my heart.
I was on the way back to my home.
The rain still showering outside, lightly falls down like strings of million fibers that combined into a big curtain and waving smoothly in the darkness when the wind blows. Rain drops pulsating the bus rhythmically. The more I feel these, the more I feel the coldness from my inside. People outside were hiding under the roof of shops that are decorated with big colorful advertisement board that shining with a lot of colorful light tubes. Many were soaking, shaking with cold. Everyone seems to merge into the darkness of the big city, under the disrepair ancient concrete wild. The cold evening rain brought such a desperate feeling to every soul.
The bus just pass the stoplight, which kept it halted for nearly half hour, now crossing a small old bridge that spans across a small river. I feel more comfortable since the way to my home was nearer. The bus was about to stop at the station near the bridge because there was someone waiting for the bus there alone in the dim light. The rain was still falling down gently.
I didn’t know how time passed, or how the bus arrived that station. But I become aware of myself again when I met the eyes of the person who was waiting for the bus at that station.
I was sitting on the bus, gazing inattentive out of the window.
She was standing there at the bus station, looks straight in to my eyes, smiling.
I don’t know why I still can remember this. The person I have seen is a young lady that was looking and smiling to me. The eyes that was full with dreams, although calm and peaceful. I feel what ever that were waiting and rested silently in my heart, were overwhelmed by that sight.
The bus took its leave and I was left stunted. The young lady was not get on the bus, neither I get out. She was still there at the station that now left behind.
Two days later I was still thinking about that night. I though, it would be great if I have a chance to talk with her. But how many times do you think you can have a chance to meet such particularly stranger again? In this big city! I did not understand why I was not get out of the bus and run back to find her that night. I was thinking about what could I do if I see her again. What it could be if later I get to know her. What if… What if… What if…
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The Next Meeting
Amazingly, I met her again few days later. I was hoping for this to happen but never thought it would become true. I met her in front of the small computer shop and recognize her at once. Miraculously she seems to recognize me as well. Her sight recalls me the event from that night. Now that I know where she is, now that she is there in front of me with her smile and peaceful eyes. I gave her back a smile, and we both smile.
………………………..
Present
The sound of the train brake is screaming shrilly, like it want to wakes me up from my own private solitude.
I make a move so now I’m sitting more relaxing. The passenger’s chair is quite comfortable even it is already some hours of sitting here. I close the book that I left it open and then put it into my backpack. The night ambient is still passing ceaselessly while the train keeps it way forward. I look out of the window with an absent mind, freeing my empty mind and see it fly away slowly. Another hundreds passengers are traveling on the same train but they have their own different destinations. And I’m still traveling alone on my own destiny.
What I have learnt from the bus journey in that night is that how a person can make such a beautiful and special night to me. I think I’d never be able to forget it. The night that was inspired by someone I still never know until now. The stranger that left a small piece of good memory to me. Now I know what shall I do if I have a chance to meet her again. I guess I have one word to say, with my eyes looking in to her and a smile.
Thank you.
I’m sitting in a passenger train, travel from somewhere far away. It seems like a very long time before I will reach my destination. I still have a lot of time on this journey.
The sky outside is getting darker. I know that the air outside is extreme cold. Even though the rain hasn’t come yet but the wet, humid cold air is floating outside away. The glass window of the train has thousand of water drops, which are touching with the shimmering light from the small lamps on the roof. Water drops that run when the train moves with great velocity and wind blows so that they met with other drops and become bigger and run faster until they left the glass window at last. I was enjoyed looking at them.
I’m sitting in a relaxing pose. The passenger’s chair is quite large and comfortable. In my hand there is a book that I left it open. Although not intend to read it anymore. The twilight ambient is still passing ceaselessly while the train keeps it way forward. I look out of the window with an absent mind, freeing my blank mind and let it fly away slowly.
I know that this train will take me to my desired place and I know that it is still far away before I have to get out of the train. I’m quite familiar with this kind of journey because I have been doing a lot of journeys since many years ago. The sound of the train’s wheels hammering with the rails sounds like a repeated music rhythm that calm and comfort my mind from my own private quietness. Another hundreds passengers are traveling on the same train but in my feeling I’m traveling alone on my way.
What I usually do when I’m on a long journey with the train is, however, to do nothing at all.
While I’m freeing my brain to think about nothing, as usual during every journey, there was one memory raised in my mind. It happened in the night like this. Story that happen to me in the old day and recalls a little smile on my face every time I think about it. The impression when you have first met someone you never seen in your life but that first met affected your memory surprisingly. The sight that you have seen for just few seconds, but remembered in your mind ever. Someone you can’t help thinking how special is to your life.
………………………..
The Past, A Journey
I was traveling alone by an air-conditioned city bus. The outside city atmosphere was so dark. It was raining and cold but yet still full with colors and the chaotic of the big city. These depressed ambient passing endlessly while the bus was rushing to its destination. The big glass window separates me from the annoying noises and cold rain. On the bus were another passengers traveling but in my feeling I was traveling alone on my way. The bus air-conditioning system was working too well and that I felt sick of the coldness. I can’t say whether the coldness was from the surrounding air or from the emptiness of my heart.
I was on the way back to my home.
The rain still showering outside, lightly falls down like strings of million fibers that combined into a big curtain and waving smoothly in the darkness when the wind blows. Rain drops pulsating the bus rhythmically. The more I feel these, the more I feel the coldness from my inside. People outside were hiding under the roof of shops that are decorated with big colorful advertisement board that shining with a lot of colorful light tubes. Many were soaking, shaking with cold. Everyone seems to merge into the darkness of the big city, under the disrepair ancient concrete wild. The cold evening rain brought such a desperate feeling to every soul.
The bus just pass the stoplight, which kept it halted for nearly half hour, now crossing a small old bridge that spans across a small river. I feel more comfortable since the way to my home was nearer. The bus was about to stop at the station near the bridge because there was someone waiting for the bus there alone in the dim light. The rain was still falling down gently.
I didn’t know how time passed, or how the bus arrived that station. But I become aware of myself again when I met the eyes of the person who was waiting for the bus at that station.
I was sitting on the bus, gazing inattentive out of the window.
She was standing there at the bus station, looks straight in to my eyes, smiling.
I don’t know why I still can remember this. The person I have seen is a young lady that was looking and smiling to me. The eyes that was full with dreams, although calm and peaceful. I feel what ever that were waiting and rested silently in my heart, were overwhelmed by that sight.
The bus took its leave and I was left stunted. The young lady was not get on the bus, neither I get out. She was still there at the station that now left behind.
Two days later I was still thinking about that night. I though, it would be great if I have a chance to talk with her. But how many times do you think you can have a chance to meet such particularly stranger again? In this big city! I did not understand why I was not get out of the bus and run back to find her that night. I was thinking about what could I do if I see her again. What it could be if later I get to know her. What if… What if… What if…
………………………..
The Next Meeting
Amazingly, I met her again few days later. I was hoping for this to happen but never thought it would become true. I met her in front of the small computer shop and recognize her at once. Miraculously she seems to recognize me as well. Her sight recalls me the event from that night. Now that I know where she is, now that she is there in front of me with her smile and peaceful eyes. I gave her back a smile, and we both smile.
………………………..
Present
The sound of the train brake is screaming shrilly, like it want to wakes me up from my own private solitude.
I make a move so now I’m sitting more relaxing. The passenger’s chair is quite comfortable even it is already some hours of sitting here. I close the book that I left it open and then put it into my backpack. The night ambient is still passing ceaselessly while the train keeps it way forward. I look out of the window with an absent mind, freeing my empty mind and see it fly away slowly. Another hundreds passengers are traveling on the same train but they have their own different destinations. And I’m still traveling alone on my own destiny.
What I have learnt from the bus journey in that night is that how a person can make such a beautiful and special night to me. I think I’d never be able to forget it. The night that was inspired by someone I still never know until now. The stranger that left a small piece of good memory to me. Now I know what shall I do if I have a chance to meet her again. I guess I have one word to say, with my eyes looking in to her and a smile.
Thank you.
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