I love train journeys. They marinate your brain in the in the juices of the universes.
I remember leaving the house with a fierce confidence that i've left something behind. but that soon subsided and i was eager to get on the train. nothing crushes spirit like the rank poverty you are witness to at the train station. i felt for the man missing his appendages and sanity.
I see a woman roughly my age with an old lady hovering around her like a one man helicopter rescue team. i wondered if the girl's dropping the grandmom or the granddaughter the grandmom. either ways my attention is diverted as my train pulls into the platform and a man is clinging to the outside of the door frame like a real-life james bond. i understand how people might be overwhelmed by india.
i fall asleep at 9 only to wake at midnight. i rummage through my bag to find a bar of chocolate i know is stashed away somewhere. we're trundling through a large dark abyss with only clusters of light far in the horizon. i remember travelling with my mom as a small child staring out into the distance lost in rambling thought. the lights would be precious stones smattered against an infinity beyond the glass. today they were just two villages on either end of the window .i garnered a sense of how large the city i was visiting was for it would join both the villages and extend still further. a humbling sensation trickle through every fibre in my body.
i wake up at dawn to find myself parked next to a freight train. it's silhouette against an orange sunrise is a sight to behold.
tall eucalyptus trees line every small station we don't stop at.
apparently the girl and the helicopter aren't related and she is exactly the same age as me, well almost. but we start talking and last 6 hours breeze by. we decide to stay in touch and i prove chivalry is not dead as i help her with her bags and wait for my liaison committee to find it's way to me.
we drive to my accommodation in the evening stickiness as we cross multitudes of slow roasted south indians.
i feel like i'm living in Bikini Bottom, it's so humid over here. i am literally breathing through water and filtering out the air.
i get ready to go out for dinner. little do i know it's going to be an eventful night.
I remember leaving the house with a fierce confidence that i've left something behind. but that soon subsided and i was eager to get on the train. nothing crushes spirit like the rank poverty you are witness to at the train station. i felt for the man missing his appendages and sanity.
I see a woman roughly my age with an old lady hovering around her like a one man helicopter rescue team. i wondered if the girl's dropping the grandmom or the granddaughter the grandmom. either ways my attention is diverted as my train pulls into the platform and a man is clinging to the outside of the door frame like a real-life james bond. i understand how people might be overwhelmed by india.
i fall asleep at 9 only to wake at midnight. i rummage through my bag to find a bar of chocolate i know is stashed away somewhere. we're trundling through a large dark abyss with only clusters of light far in the horizon. i remember travelling with my mom as a small child staring out into the distance lost in rambling thought. the lights would be precious stones smattered against an infinity beyond the glass. today they were just two villages on either end of the window .i garnered a sense of how large the city i was visiting was for it would join both the villages and extend still further. a humbling sensation trickle through every fibre in my body.
i wake up at dawn to find myself parked next to a freight train. it's silhouette against an orange sunrise is a sight to behold.
tall eucalyptus trees line every small station we don't stop at.
apparently the girl and the helicopter aren't related and she is exactly the same age as me, well almost. but we start talking and last 6 hours breeze by. we decide to stay in touch and i prove chivalry is not dead as i help her with her bags and wait for my liaison committee to find it's way to me.
we drive to my accommodation in the evening stickiness as we cross multitudes of slow roasted south indians.
i feel like i'm living in Bikini Bottom, it's so humid over here. i am literally breathing through water and filtering out the air.
i get ready to go out for dinner. little do i know it's going to be an eventful night.
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