Busy life on the iron line and a touch of happiness

Our life is like a moving train with new stories written at each station. These railway lines along the method path passing through the middle of the village or city are not just iron sheets and stone paths, they are a unique means of tying the dreams and urge to live of countless people into one thread. It is not possible to write down how many thousands of people rush to their destinations on this line every day.

Looking at the pictures, the image of a lively rural train platform emerges. Countless people standing under the shade of huge banyan trees waiting for the train, the longing to return home is clear in their eyes and faces. Unable to find a place inside the train, young people effortlessly sit on the roof of the train or in the back of the engine. Although this scene seems risky, there is a strange kind of joy and urge to live in it. The intense urge to reach their loved ones quickly conquers all fears.

A strange order develops between the passengers getting off at the station and the competition to board the new train. The mother walks with her small child in her arms, the elderly people slowly cross the platform and the young group is laughing and joking. It is very beautiful to see this simple form of life without any pomp or artificiality. Even in this busy noise, the green nature around the platform spreads a kind of softness.

Every moment on the railway line teaches us that life never stops. No matter what the situation, people have to move forward. This dynamic of life, overcoming all the adversities, is the real beauty of train travel. The sound of ordinary people walking, the whistle of the engine and the busyness of the platform create an ever-recognizable folk canvas.