all alone in the train..

gone are those days when train journey meant a break from college or a tearful adieu to those sweet days at home; gone r those days when it meant sharing food, jokes, thought, games, magic n lots more with friends; gone r those days when it kindled memories of nagpur oranges, dinshaw icecreams, station food, card games, antakshari etc. I always loved those long, leisurely trips. man, is there a better place than that to read a novel grasping its full essence.. I seriously doubt.

For the first time in my life, I travelled all alone in the train last weekend... Much to my astonishment I was not bored at all. The rocking journey(literally!!) sure made me nostalgic more than once. but this time it was different. the journey gave me time for myself n my thoughts. Even better, made me feel closer to the train wagons and compartments. At the end of it all it was as though I had shared quite a lot with those steel boxes... it felt as if they knew me better now. the train is no more a box of tin making that rattling noise to me. the train is lot more than that.

For the first time ever, I felt the need for a dustbin in the train. All this while, any waste was supposed to be thrown out of the window through those steel bars. But hey, I finally realized I have been polluting the place like many others travelling with me even without giving it a second thought. Probably should write in to Mr. Lalu!!

I remember the first time I travelled in a train. probably I was 7 years old. wonder how this beastly vehicle still holds my interest.... n am sure that pretty thing would keep me looking forward to a journey in it for years to come...