A train journey is sometimes so ironic, even though the train is moving you feel so still. 

You are nowhere in midst of people who know nothing about you and would not give a penny for what you are, your past or future. 

You are just by yourself with your thoughts for that time there is no hurry to reach anywhere at-least for that time there are no expectations from you. 

You just sit there by yourself without worries wondering about your life and yourself, thinking about things that are so precious to you and things that are not so precious.