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The slow deliberate life, along the railway tracks.

I’m a firm believer in trying everything once.. but this is one thing, I want to do again.

by Nisha Karthigeyan

(Photo by Rick Elkins from Flickr)

Haven’t we all, once in our life, travelled in trains.
Besides getting chatty with friends and relatives who come to see us off, watching co- travellers or strangers across platforms…varying anything from people enjoying meals, to beggars asking for alms, exuberant children with exhausted parents ..or the woman in the purple clothes who is exceptionally catchy…surfing the book stall especially magazines, comics or sundry pickables..to sipping on the irresistible chai from the mobile chaiwalla…we even don’t mind catching up on lost sleep where our baggage doubles up as a head rest.
Talking about chai… in the stations of kerala, I particularly have an eye for the seasoned ‘pazham pori’. It’s a delicious evening banana snack.

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I remember witnessing passengers travelling without confirmed seats, walking through numerous bogies jostling with crowds and virtually fighting their way through at times, to reach the officer and tried to explain the situation to him, making desperate attempts to explain their predicament.
In all these years, my favourite indulgence on railway platforms is without doubt, brooding, contemplating and ruminating. Thinking deeply about life left unattended..revisiting past events to give them a second chance in my head or the favourite one always… dreaming about what could be.
My favoutite thought is ..rail journeys are always about ..going home. It’s nostalgic. I hope I take more such trips and it brings me most of what I wish for..

Now that’s the beginning of an adventure right there.

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When you’re gone..

When you’re gone

Sacred forest, Meghalaya

In the game of love, I’m your pawn.
But I won’t cry when you’re gone.

In the saddening darkness, you’re my dawn.
But I won’t cry when you’re gone.

In the midst of lust, you’re my porn.
But I won’t cry when you’re gone.

The seas and the sun,
The laughter and the fun,
The brief moments of desire,
The dreams that spark a fire.

Of times I will cherish,
In my memory, you won’t perish.
My heart will ache for love, lost and lorn.

But darling,
I won’t cry when you’re gone.


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Ticking hands

Brugge

She gifted me a watch so that I remember her every time.

I don’t wear it anymore.

I wish she’d known that I didn’t need ticking hands to remind me how my heart skipped a beat thinking of her.

I didn’t need free time to remind me of all our beautiful encounters.

I didn’t need flashy displays to miss her ever beautiful face.

All I ever needed was her time; her.

I wish I could tell her she was the best I’d ever met. The best I’d ever meet.

She was the most beautiful person I’d ever known.

She looked pretty when she smiled, prettier when she was upset and prettiest when she cried.

The comfort, warmth and happiness I felt with her were like no other.

That love always finds its way even after numerous heartaches.

That it’s okay to cry but necessary to come back strong.

That I cherish our first kiss more than my first kiss, our firsts more than my firsts.

That all firsts are special, but it’s the seconds and thirds where we realise what our heart’s looking for.

That pasts are great lessons but present, the best present.


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