Journey to your Journey

Long Route Journeys, there's something so amazing about them. A time when you’re anticipating the trip ahead, the fun ahead. I particularly remember the vacations to my native every summer holiday. More than the vacation, the train journey (mind you, second class) was more awaited. Yes, the bogies are dirty, yes they were continuously barged in by food item and cold drink sellers. But inspite of all this, it was the time I always looked forward to.

I think what makes it more special is that it is - Technology Free. No more TVs and 9 o clock serials and the noise of constant item numbers to your ears. It's like being disconnected from your mundane life- almost like losing track of time. For those few hours, the train is your home.. you make it your home -  with proper placement of your luggage below the seat, the water can on the side table and handbags most often used as pillows while sleeping. The people you share the bogie with become your neighbors. Each one enjoys sharing their home-made food with each other, sharing laughs, sharing episodes of their lives. You play together. Those dust laden packs of cards come out and the famous games of 'teen patti', 'rummy', 'bluff' are played.

Scenic View from the window seat

For sometime you forget the ongoings of your life. A break from the past and from the mysteries of the future that linger in your head otherwise. I liked to look out of the window most of the times, absorbing the flashes of the scenes passing by. I liked to track the shadow of the trees forming a semicircle as the train passed by. The change in the voice of the moving train over a bridge. The glimpse of different cities. Anticipating the train to start moving when you’ve got down at halts and running in the moment it would whistle. Oh.. it's magical. Every bit of it.