My head turned, amazed by the statement. It caught my attention, which was scanning around the bustling place.
The unceasing rumbling sounds from below the floor could not deny the audibility of the utterance. I knew that section where the statement came from was occupied by mothers, working or staying-at-home, who were talking about how it was hip2BMom, as well as their joy and frustration as mothers.
8! That’s a pretty impressive number when it was associated to motherhood. I guess that’s why amid the noises, that statement came across louder than it was. That’s one super-mom.
As they continue their admiration and discussion regarding the super number, I turned my attention to a couple, seated not far from me.
“Life is simple. I want it to be simple. Don’t make it difficult for us,” the young lady said.
“I know, I know. And I’m not trying to make it difficult for us. But there are so many wonderful things out there waiting for us to explore. While I don’t intend to spend my whole life exploring, I do intend to make my life as fulfilling as possible. It’ll add colors to our life. But without you, those wonderful things don’t mean shit. C’mon, I really need you. Whaddyasay? This road of colorful life, iWalk, U2?” the young man pleaded.
Tears welling up in her eyes, the young lady silently nodded with a smile.
Ahh … symphony of love. I guess it would not be complete without a few verses on hurdles to be overcome, mountains to be climbed or seas to be crossed.
As my mind was swimming in the sea of love, the aroma that stimulated my sense of smell lured my attention to another group of people.
“Foodarrific!” one of them shouted, obviously satisfied by the mouth-watering dishes in front of them. Pasta, seafood, tofu, poultry, vegetables, and even street food, were all beautifully presented.
I smiled, remembering how I explained to my children why Tigger would say "tiggerrific", instead of terrific, during one of our bedtime story session.
As the train drew closer to its stop, I grabbed my bags of thoughts, ramblings, fuzzes and buzzes and walked towards the door. Looking back at the lively crowd, I raised my camera and take one more snapshot of this memorable journey, lest my absent mind would wipe off its presence in my memory board.
As I waved goodbye to the train of September EC Droppers, from afar, I could already see the smoke puffing out from the October EC Train slowly approaching the station .
As the train finally grinded to a halt, and huffed its last puff before a well-earned rest, I picked up all my bags and prepared to step onto the train. As I was minding my steps up the train, it suddenly dawned on me what I wanted to say regarding my previous journey.
I jumped off the train, looked the direction of the departing September EC Train and waved frantically.
“Thank you!” I shouted.
As the September Train disappears into the horizon, my heart is filled with gratitude to all the passengers who had spent times on my journey, especially the Top EC Droppers.
With excitement, I board my October EC Train and look forward to another enjoyable journey.