And soon Local Trains vanished (My Old Soul Twinkle series)



Disclaimer: This new series, “My Old-soul Twinkle,” is my heartfelt attempt to capture the endless stream of thoughts racing through my mind. At times, these musings may seem confusing—or even a little "out there"—but I genuinely welcome your counterpoints and insights. Dive in and share your thoughts!


While recently travelling inside Mumbai (an attempt to make friends with Mumbai), I saw the contrast between local trains and metros. While local trains represent the old speed of Mumbai—the lifeline of the city—the metros, with their sleek elegance and silence, are quietly becoming part of Mumbaikars' journeys, trying to vibe along with the city's pulse.

And the day is not far, like the days of the post office, when the local trains soon vanished from the geography of Mumbai for the better!!

My life has seen the “gone” of many things like black & white TVs, the vibrant playgrounds, the genuine smiles, the neighborhood chitchat, mothers’ genuine love and care, handwritten letters, the excitement of developing camera film, outdoor games played on the streets, Sunday family picnics, neighbors dropping by unannounced, and the melodious sound of the ice-cream cart on a hot summer day
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and 

yet the “present” things like colorful pixels, the video playrooms, the video chitchats, instant connections across continents, the support of online communities, the convenience of technology in daily tasks, medical advancements, opportunities for remote learning and work, and the hope and resilience that bloom even in challenging times-

These aspects, in their own way,
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fill our lives with new joys, connections, and possibilities.

However, each time I try to keep up with the fast-paced emotions around, my old soul craves the stability of the tree rather than the flower, because it understands the growth rings more than fleeting moments of beauty and presence for insta-moments.

Modern wisdom can be like a forgetful TED Talk—creative but sometimes missing its roots in old-school lessons. These lessons are modest enough to accept differences, but ego clashes can block new ideas...may be!!

In the future, in the event of diminishing local trains, my thought will definitely be—

 

"As we move from a local train to a sleek, fast metro, I hope we remember not to leave behind the wisdom from the old tracks."


Comments

  1. Very aptly put up. . May we honour change yet stay rooted in what keeps our hearts steady . .

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