• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 05
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The train comes and stops here. But it doesn't stop here forever. The railway folks come and change the engine coach. It heads out for its next flight, brings a lot of people to the city and by night positions them at places where they belong, without a miss unless the person himself had asked the train to leave him to his fate. My wooden horse totters day and night. The train has never been an empty cloud except those freezing hours when men engage themselves with other life-saving practices. My horse never complains. My horse waits for the train’s arrival. It believes my brother is stuck somewhere in the inner molars of its engine. Someday, the engine will spew out the body, although invisibly white.