Strange thoughts flash across the realm of consciousness; it is like a brightly lit train, on a dark night. Where is the station? Will the train stop? What if it goes on and on forever?
I mean the thoughts. Will they stop their parade if I die? Or will the thoughts go on living with the life of their own? What if they manifest after I am dead? Will my soul or whatever is left, feel them?

As I get down on the station, I am searching for the exit. Maybe this is the wrong station.
What would have happened if I had alighted at the earlier one? Or if I had decided to get down on the next one? Where has the exit gone? Will there be another train soon? What is outside this station? So many thoughts. The psychedelic lights of the weighing machine has mesmerized me. It doesn’t give the right weight but the lights blink and beckon people to waste their one rupee coins. Why are there so many people here? Have they too chosen just blindly to get down on this station? But everyone seems to be moving somewhere with a purpose. I cannot remember buying a ticket for the train or boarding it? Yet I have this ticket, so maybe I was predestined to get down here. But why do I want to board another train? I have this ticket so I have to be on this station. Then why am I waiting for another train? Will I be allowed to board another train? Maybe I should have another ticket. But it is dark and the counters are closed. So I am stuck here.