On Indian railways, you'll either be caught stirring the hot tea of politics or relying on music; annoyed by a baby's cry.
The ardour of cutting onto sleep to not miss a single landmark and travel less through places and more through shades of nature has somewhere been lost.
Oftentimes, I wonder how elders acquaint themselves with each- other, digging relations, munching on groundnuts and peculiarly grumbling about cleanliness.
The like-aged girl before me sneaks silent glances at me. Perhaps, we are yet to learn the art of communication because sometimes, all you need is a strange face and a futile conversation in a world which is busier than the bustle on a railway station.
shrey2310Either I'm too much moody today or it's your writeup? It's you writeup for sure. Tbh, few days ago, i tried writing something similar to thi, indian buses and all. I never got the right outcome tho. But reading this gives me satisfaction
heartseaseYou too take care and don't exhilarate much. Be back soon sweeets ❤️❤️
shreyah@shrey2310 Hey Shrey! I am glad you liked it. I hope you get to complete your piece and bring the best out of yourself. Given that, I have read you before, I know you'll come up with a great idea and great piece of writing. Thank you :')