When you see a teenager walking down a road, those dangling white earphones remind you that there is hope that maybe tomorrow will be better off than today. You walk on further, and perhaps you encounter another group of boys, playing a sport you wished you could be playing now. You think of those days when you were carefree, “But were you carefree ?”. You stop an auto, and ask him to take you to the station. The auto stops, and you see a kid holding his hand out, begging for a rupee or two. Will he get it? What do these kids grow up to be like? You board the train, and you see a kid with a heavy bag board the train. You think about your dirty uniform, and heavy bag. You remember the torment every day of school used to be like. This kid seems to have a smile on his face. A good breakfast perhaps, or could he genuinely enjoy studying? Is our education system improving? Yet another beggar comes to you. It crosses your mind that perhaps they see some kind of innocence in the way you view the world. You say ‘no’, he walks on. You think, “I should be like him, moving on”. The day ahead looks dull, boring. You look around, “Am I looking in a mirror?”. Their day would also be boring. They will also want to just get back home. Some perhaps will not have a home to go to? What a nation this is? All this poverty, all this mess. It’s the politics. But we elect them, it is us. But they make us elect them, it is them. But we still elect them, It has to be us. What if we all got off this train? What if we changed the way the world was. If I get off, would anyone else get off? But I am old, my time is almost done. I don’t really want to get off. The youth, lets wait for them to grow up and get off!