Clouds of Uncertainty
Clouds of Uncertainty As usual train was 25 minutes late. I was thinking when the train will arrive and will sit on my seat and have a sign of relief. But, actually I was unhappy leaving my native place and going back to the busy and stressful life of Mumbai. At last train arrived and as a well cultured boy I touched my elder’s feet and gave five to all my cousins. I grabbed my bag and moved into the train. I left my bag under my seat and came near the exit door to give my final bye to all. Soon the train started and I was standing near the door until the station vanished from my sight. Moving back to my seat, there was a couple with a child. The woman was plump and was breast feeding her child, covering the exposed part of her body. Her husband was stripped to bone. Next to them were a girl and a boy and the latter was trying to get a glimpse of the exposed part of the lady feeding her child. I had no interest in them and started looking outside the window. Hills, river, clif