I heard the whistling of the train as it rushed to the railway platform. I found a seat for myself in the carriage mostly occupied by the locals.
"Where to young boy?" asked the ticket collector. I handed him over the ticket, it said MIRA. I've never heard of the place before. I've never been to any place beyond my hometown. This was my first travel alone. I looked out the window. It was nearly dawn and as the train left the platform so did I leaving behind my home and it's town. It was about midnight when a little disturbance woke me up. A boy, roughly my age was staring at me in utmost surprise. His big brown eyes scared the hell out of me and I screamed.
"relajarse mate!"
I looked at him and he realized that I didn't quite catch his message. "I mean chill out mate! "he explained. "Where are you from? ". I had to ask.
"You don't ask a traveller where he's come from. You always ask where he's headed to. " he again explained.
" A place with the greatest depiction of art and culture - MIRA (the place is fictional). It was an island before but soon the water vanished and so did it's inhabitants. Then after a decade refugees from another tribe occupied the region and called it MIRA after their goddess of art. The place looks remarkable under the night sky. "His eyes brightened.
"Hi, I'm Sebastian. Since we both are heading to the same place you want to stick around? " I nodded a yes.
The train gave a loud whistle.
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Rest In Peace ( #Wattys2018 )
General FictionAn old man being the protagonist of the story is recalling the struggles of his life and most importantly the struggles he faced as a man. In today's world of feminism this is an attempt to bring out the inner self of a man - the sex we all believe...
