MEMORYLANE - 1 Enjoy reading first chapter It was midnight, dark and cool. I tried to sleep but I could not. Chilly breeze entered through the whole of the window of the train. I closed my eyes tightly and invited a dream but it was unsuccessful attempt again. Cold air kissed me gently, made me shiver and went away. I was at lower berth; plump Punjabi, sleeping at upper berth was snoring louder than damaged speaker. Everyone was sleeping except me, I guessed. I thought of flipping the pages of Sidney Sheldon?s ?Nothing Lasts Forever? but I did not dare to put on lights at midnight. Helplessly, I tried to sleep and I was badly defeated. I had a good sleep the other afternoon. The train had left this morning from New Delhi. I tried to play on my Walkman but batteries were old. At that moment, I agreed with Disraeli who once quoted ?Travel teaches toleration?. All of a sudden, something pinched me pleasantly, I was excited. Train was moving on its own speed, there was dark. In my mind good old days started pouring. I remembered my school days, going to school barefoot in dirty shirt and torn half pant. In rainy season we used to fight in class to get a seat at safe place. Life was really beautiful in those days. Since childhood, I was crazy about music but there was not transistor in my house. I used to walk an hour to listen radio. In those days, I used to dream that one fine day I would travel by train, speak English, and lay down on a beautiful beach with my kind of music. Of late, I have danced madly on a beach, and done everything else I used to dream of. But now I like my naughty and childish life. God, make me a child for tonight. During break time of school, we used to run empty stomach; we did not have even 25 paisa to buy BARAF (ice-cream). Those boys used to be the heroes of class who licked Baraf and definitely I was not among them. Train was in its rhythm, and I was travelling in my own track faster than the train, reminding wonderful memories of bygone days. After school, I came to India for +2. Believe me, it was so painful to leave those dear friends with whom you shared so many things for so many years. We could do nothing as the show must go on. I missed my friends greatly; I was among odd people in odd place. First day of my college was awful. I was in a city of the people of 7 million, all new faces for me. I felt like suffocating. Gradually, those odd people turned very closed to me and odd place Hyderabad became very special. Oh, train had stopped, new station might had arrived. Life is a journey as well. We passed many stations. In some stations we halt longer and in some not. I lost into the past. I heard past is a bucket of ashes but the ashes here are stronger than cement. To be contd.......... Dear all frines of sajha, Inspired by many frines stories and articles, I ve also given a try to write something.......Well... Angreji ma lekkhne sano jamarko gareko chhu.... Without urs encourgements and comments it would be impossible, of course. Please stay tuned and hope to get urs feedbacks and how was first part???? Amazing