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Random Travel Musings

All that noise.
The hassled scenes.
So much of dirt and garbage.
Unpleasant smell dominating the air.
Every face showing different emotions.
Every frame giving me ideas of a little tale.

Just a whole lot of chaos but that is the world’s largest railway network. 

Every time I take a train in India, there is something or someone that gets me thinking. Never the less I always enjoy my dates with the Indian trains.

From “this is my seat” arguments, to “may I sit here till the next station” requests.
From making acquaintances during long journeys, to being freaked out by drunk locals in a rather empty compartment. 
From trying to catch a train that almost started, to jumping out on late realization about the destination arrival. 
From shifting legs and luggage continuously to escape the cockroaches, to getting used to them moving around. 

6 years of living here and travelling around has been much more than just seeing places. And somewhere I believe that these train journeys have added a significant value to my life as a traveller and exude a lot of character. These stories and adventures remain unparalleled and hence this random musing after a long journey!




PS: I AM...
Proud of the efficient infrastructure.
Thankful to the British for leading way in this aspect.
Spell bound by the connectivity and the functioning.
Disgusted by the dirty tracks and toilets.
Hopeful that our public will get more responsible.


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