A train journey

Rolling landscape passed by the breezy windows. It was only when the train halted that we realised the importance of breeze. A 13-year-old girl sitting beside was soon feeling sleepy. Unknowingly she rested her head against my shoulder and slept. We realised the importance of the cushion of security for our young ones.

 The democracy of choice reverberated throughout the compartment, with several passengers playing any music on their mobile phones, sans headphones, for all to hear. We realised the importance of tolerating diversity, for no one uttered a word of complaint. The jesters came and went. From the boy who performed magic tricks, to the blind singer, to the transvesites who made it a point to touch passengers, and out of this created discomfort, earned their living.

A journey in a second class compartment is certainly more entertaining than Colours TV! But in the end, we realise how far the two Indias still are. Is anybody really listening?


One response to this post.

  1. Posted by Viney on November 27, 2011 at 4:06 am

    Beautiful crisp and meaningful.


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