Eyes in tears ! A story of sobbing eyes.

Eyes in tears ! A story of sobbing eyes

Well, let's see my day. After a great trip I was completely ready for another destination and to witness the beauty of  Jharkhand, all set boarded the train and occupied my seat. I wasn't aware that this trip would break me down emotionally and will force me to think about the darker side of life.

Today I found out a twenty-two-year-old guy sitting next to me he didn't have any seat. So, I offered mine to share. Although he was a very quiet guy and I didn't notice him much until i saw him sobbing and crying in silence. I couldn't resist myself asking him, that is he fine or I can help him. So, I asked "Are you, alright mate? Is that anyway I can help you?"

Yes, he said and asked if I had anything to eat. Biscuits, will this work? I have only this for now. He just grabbed the pack and ate, I felt happy that at least i offered him what I had. Where's your luggage man, didn't you get confirm tickets? I asked offering him water. No, I just missed my flight a few hours ago and didn't have much money to book another one. So I choose to travel via train and I'm in a hurry so I didn't pack anything in specific he added.

can I use your berth to sleep if you're not sleepy for now, he asked impatiently as I could see his red puffed eyes wanting to rest. Oh, sure thing go ahead I replied.

Almost after 3 hours he woke up and came down to for lunch after he being called out by a man. He came down and that man gave him a food packet to eat. Who's he? I asked, are you both traveling together?. Dipping roti in daal he said Yes, he's my big brother I work with him in Hyderabad, we work as laborers in a construction site. Oh but I didn't see you guys talking much. We didn't have a seat right so he adjusted himself in another seat so we aren't able to.

I was watching the trees, fields, villages passing by out of my train window, I love the window seat no matter if it's train, plane or car.

Suddenly my eyes went searching for food as I felt hungry now. I saw him again sobbing and crying in silence, this time it was much different than before. He and his brother both were in tears. They were in grief.

I guess those brothers are like me, we have similarities our sorrows are limited within us they aren't vulnerable to the world.

Then he turned to me and said I know you might be curious why am I crying so much. Yes yes yes I'm curious I want to know the reason behind those tears, we lost our dad today morning and we need to get there faster but see life is so unfair. Dad's body is waiting for us for the final goodbye but here we are stuck in this long 20 hour of journey. My eyes went numb after hearing this, I didn't speak anything because I didn't had anything to say, I cannot console him because they have lost something so important today.

Generally, I always love a long journey but I felt so restless and wanted them to reach their destination ASAP.

I knew is he was waiting to see his dad, who's just died a few hours ago and is lying cold and pale on the floor and waiting for his sons to return to watch him before he departs.

The eagerness and pain to meet his dad was so deep that they had to fake smile in front of other co-passengers just to compartmentalize and cope and they did such a good job that they planted the tears in their heart and mind instead of their eyes.

They had built up so many emotional walls, I just saw and was staring at them.

Regaining senses I just said to him you're a brave man brother. I know what you're going through and it's tough, but tough times make the toughest people I replied.

I remember when I was little I was afraid of a lot of things. I don't have to be though. They were all in my head. I just didn't know that but when I was scared, I would imagine myself building a big wall around me made up of the strongest brick in the whole world, and when I was scared, I would imagine myself putting another one on, one after the other until the wall was so thick and so strong, I knew I'd be safe in there forever.

I guess we are alike, I continued. No, I haven't lost anyone close to me but had lost many dreams in chaos and looking for many un-answered questions. Folks like us have been through more than other people. We're tougher than others around. We are great builders.

Do you want to say something about your dad?

What do you mean, I didn't get it.

Replying to his question I continued people usually do it's called a eulogy.

Eulogy? Now what does that mean?

Eulogy umm, okay it's like this. Some people say goodbye or a story about them whatever they liked. You know how when a person clicks a picture, they capture something forever just the way it is. Stories do that too.

When we die we turn into stories and every time someone tells one of these stories, it's like they are still here for us. We all are stories, in the end, I concluded.

He had a smile on his face and started narrating me the bond of love he and his dad had and I kept listening to him.

20 hours passed by we even didn't realize and his destination was before him.

Hugging me he said thanks brother, I had a great time sharing things with you and I promise I'll tell a eulogy before his final cremation. so that my love and wishes will stay with him forever up in heaven.

Train started honking, signals were green, train ready to depart for its final destination Jharkhand.

Goodbye mate! Keep smiling, getting back on the train I waved a final goodbye to them.

"We didn't realize death yet. We all just expect our loved ones to come back. Every night we all stare out of our window at cars coming around the corner just hoping one would stop and our faith, love, dreams, hope's everything we lost would step out, to come to take us home."

Note: I didn't intend to hurt any emotions of people and others, i took the picture because i felt these emotions should be shared. We all are surrounded by stories but eventually we don't observe. These common stories are so uncommon that it cannot be heard but can be felt and seen when you watch them with absolute silence and these stories are so touching that can make you cry.