Express!

"The thing about trains is - it does not matter if you don't know where to go, what matters is to get into the train." - said the conductor of the Polar Express to the boy one Christmas night. It was cold and snowy and he was just too numb with the amazement and tiredness of the journey he had just taken. In the numbness he felt asleep. The next morning he woke up and to his surprise Mr. C had got him the thing he lost - the emblem of his belief - the bell - you could hear it only if you believed. And believing he embraced it to continue doing so throughout his life.

She had looked and heard of these lines time and again when she had gone through this motion picture experience. She had traveled the Polar Express with belief always. And everytime she took on the journey, she experienced and noticed something brilliant about a larger journey called life. This time it was about confusion. A state of mind where you cannot take a decision as to what is white and what is black, what has to be done and which path has to be chosen. The question of right and wrong. Life is all about it. Criss crosses - lines and lives passing by, through and around other lines and lives. May be that is what it is - definition wise.Some regret of it being so, some dont knwo what to do about it, some feel elated with the thought of it, but eventually everyone accepts the eventuality of it.

Thinking on these and other lines she knew all her actions have been decided by her belief. And that while she did not always know where they took her, she knew she would get the threads end tied to some point where she would understand why she treaded the was she did. More importantly, there, at that point she would find the beginning of another thread. It was getting cloudy in the west - the golden lines had already engulfed the fiery one. She was sure though that those black patches were to go away. It never rained in the night at her place, especially during that time of the year. So she grabbed her crutches and stabilizing herself on them moved slowly one step at a time - to the Express!

Song: Her name was Lola, She was a showgirl