Biju was playing in the field along with his pet Baalu, the buffalo. Baalu kept running, and Biju was persistent with his chase. Slowly Baalu moved towards the railway tracks that marked the boundaries of the land owned by Biju's father. Baalu seemed to have tripped on the loose gravel on the railway tracks and finally Biju caught him. Both of them sat at the steel track huffing and puffing from the game. Biju gazed far ahead along the railway track. The hot sun seemed to create a miracle. Biju rubbed his eyes. Paa, he called aloud.
His Father was close by and came next to him. See Paa, the railway tracks meet each other far far away. Paa smiled silently, and answered, No my son, the railway tracks do not meet each other. They travel miles and miles together, perfectly parallel to each other. Like the two banks of a river, like north and south pole of a magnet, they never meet each other.
His Father was close by and came next to him. See Paa, the railway tracks meet each other far far away. Paa smiled silently, and answered, No my son, the railway tracks do not meet each other. They travel miles and miles together, perfectly parallel to each other. Like the two banks of a river, like north and south pole of a magnet, they never meet each other.
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