Thought Train

The train was not as populated as one would imagine, given that it was a weekend and sun was out for a change. But i was not complaining, I could not thank the ultimate powers up above enough for finally letting me have a little chance at solitude. It wasn't often that I would wish to be left alone with my thoughts, they tend to take me down a spiral of nothingness. The idea of thoughts had turned into quite an obsession with me lately.

Why was it that a thought completely unbeknownst to me a second ago, became something which i owned a second after, whether as an opinion or a point of view? How is it that most of the bright minds which came up with grand ideas can only give an unsatisfactory answer of 'it came to me', when questioned about the origins of these very ideas?
and if... as some theologists suggest.. thoughts are ever present and pre-existing in the environment waiting to be perceived by 'attuned' minds... then I would like to believe i am on a quest.. to tune my mind into getting the solution.. to let the answer to this question just pop into my head..

I was so intent on this particular thought train of mine, that i did not even realize the most astonishing miracle of finding myself still standing on a platform and a 'Golden' train whistling away near the scenic locales of Wiltshire. It was only the tiny tinkering of tools which jangled in my ears, and irritated me enough to take note of my surroundings.
Misconstruing the events, I approached the workmen, to ask if the train is ready for boarding.
Two tiny, almost pygmy sized bald men, engrossed with their tools looked up at me then, the smaller of the two almost fainted with fright. Hesitatingly, they approached , the elder one answered, "ya'migh as'ell fin answa to tha' on the tr'an ma'm".
Frustrated and still amazingly unaware of my surrounding, i boarded the train. It was then that i realised, this wasn't any "usual" train at all.. could it really have been possible that i was on a "real" "thought train"??
Curiousity and apprehension both materialised and i rushed back to the only other people around.

"Is this really a thought train?" i asked..
"D'nno abt much ma'm but u a'nt the only one to come arnd... we 'appen to get a few p'sngrs every few 'ears or so" the elder one answered.
"Who operates the train? Where do thoughts come from? What do you do here?" it seemed like i could finally get all my answers now.. the answers to all the questions , all the thoughts in my head... The smaller one had finally got over his fright.. he came towards me and held my hand...
leading me back towards the train..
"thoughts on the train.." he said pointing towards the train.. insisting that i board it..

well, i thought (thought...why do i think so much!!) lets go in and find out then.

As soon as i boarded the train, my clasp on reality faded, I found my self floating amongst golden threads, some entangled .. others long and running for miles.. solo.. I followed these strings towards the point of origin, surprised again to end up at a single point, who would have thought (thought!!!!) ofcourse thoughts are all here.. at one place!!
and then i noticed an old man sitting with a charkha, holding a spool of gold in one hand and churning the threads out.
"So you create all the thoughts?" .. i asked
he smiled and said.. " they can neither be created nor destroyed"
"I just collect them and keep them safe and churn them out when there are people ready to hear them out"
"You mean to say.. That this is real.. its not just a silly figment of my imagination?"
he again soberly answered.. "Imagination or reality are not defined in this realm, neither is apparent goodness or badness of a thought"
"A thought in its original form, is just a manifestation of unadulterated energy.. sometimes it creates... sometimes nought"
"Do you know all the thoughts then? do you know what people are thinking? Can you control their thoughts?"
"I do not know anything.. I cannot control anything.. I cannot answer everything.. afterall.. even I... am just a thought".

Reflections & Perceptions

The Hotel was swarming with Tourists. People of various nationalities were strutting about, in the lobby. Her eyes were immediately drawn towards the quaint looking young man, walking around with a turban on his head.
She thought he must have arrived here from a completely different era. "how amusing it would be to be locked in this enchanted place for centuries", and smiled at her whimsy.
The twins were giggling as usual, they always found things a little bit too amusing.

As she caught a glimpse of the lovely lake outside, she wished to settle in quickly and spend some relaxing hours near the lake.

She was known to have a keen sense of observation. The twins had teased her often enough, for getting lost in the museums, staring at the paintings. But, she was fascinated by the history of things, to look so closely at something that had once adorned a king or a queen. She especially appreciated the imagination of a painter, of how he could bring thoughts to life. A transformation of thoughts into a visual snapshot of life.

As it turned out, her fascination with paintings was rewarded as soon as she entered her Hotel room. She was captivated by a life size painting of... Her. She stopped in her tracks, unable to move. After what seemed like almost a hour, slowly... almost reluctantly, she tore her eyes away to turn around, only to find herself facing Her again. It took her a few minutes to realise that She was just a reflection of the painting.

But why would the mirror be angled in such a way?

Despite her misgivings about the strange place she quickly dressed, to go down to the lake. The beauty of this place made her wish for time to freeze in this moment.

As she was walking back towards the lobby, she noticed the turban guy again. He was in conversation with his "self" in the mirror. His "self" seemed to not have a turban at all. In fact, the mirror guy actually looked quite handsome..
Wait a minute.. this didnt quite make any sense. She stepped closer to the mirror in the lobby, but before she could have had a closer look, the twins were demanding her attention; insisting on a game of hide and seek.

and given the strangeness of this place, she could lose herself here forever..

She quickly returned to her own room after dropping the twins off to the play area.

And there She was again.. striking in all Her beauty. Pale glowing skin, dressed in a Grecian White off shouldered robes, with her hair bundled at the top and few curls finding rest at the nape of Her neck. Her features were so... familiar.. and it was then that she realized - it was quite clear actually - the reasons why it was so strange to look at Her. The painting was a true image of herself, yes... the true image. The way she always thought herself to be.

As she turned around to now look at the mirror, she realised what she had seen in the lobby with the guy in the turban. The Lady now smiling...in her reflection, was the one she always wished to be.