The slow pace with intervening sudden jolts, quick acceleration sometimes, constant pace some other times.
Swarms of birds, trees and electric transmission lines passing by as fast as heart rate.
Sometimes greeted by huge tunnels, sometimes by small waterfalls and water bodies, sometimes by python like bridges.
At some places it rains, at some others it may be humid and some other places may await us with pleasant weather conditions.
The gentle swaying and the constant reverberations sending me to peaceful, deep sleep for hours together.
The twilight sun through the metal windows light on my eyes for a gentle wake from the deep sleep.
The unpleasant odor from the compartment and washrooms, filled with dirt.
The faces of the fellow passengers, some friendly , some unaccommodating, some even-handed.
Side- lined for hours sometimes, or side-lining others some other times.
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Journey’s lasting for 2-3 days. A compartment full of people which can have some good friends and good looking girls amidst.
Journey’s where I could breathe fresh air from various places of my country.
Journey’s that deprived me of seeing some places, as they would be resolute on arriving at night (Madgaon)
Journey’s that made me fall in love with some places because of its lush greenery and beautiful names (Ratnagiri). Places which I long to go even today.
Journey’s that never tested my patience as I had people all around me waiting calmly, to reach their destination which is even further away than mine.
Journey’s that gave me great travel friends like Renjith, Johnny, Seema, Rajeshwari, Manjula, Sherin, the twins – Jincy and Maxie and other people whom I cannot recollect. The people whom I have great time with for a couple of days and people whom I will never meet again.
Journey’s that presented me with great delight at the end, to see my native station in front of my eyes, after a long travel.
Journey’s of which return leg faded away from my memory.
Journey’s, of which when I think of, makes me revisit my childhood.
Journey’s powerful enough to remind me, lack of them means I am no more a child.
Interstate train journeys have been one of those bliss in my childhood, a place where I would never be afraid to socialize or find happiness. I would do a variety of things like play portable brick video games, read story books, look out of the windows for a long time, sleep in the lap of my mother and run around in the whole compartment as if it was owned by my father 😛 Everyone perfectly happy, each and every person had 3 days to spare. Air planes were not in fashion and not even in emergencies. That was a world of middle class people 🙂