past 1.30 am, waiting for the Malabar Express (16629) from Trissur to Nileshwaram. Pappettan(KNP), our keen photographer is watching the conversation of Railway Police. May be he would have captured some nice frames in Mind’s digital SLR camera. Sheduled departure of our Train is at 1.30 am from Trissur.
Night at the vacant Railway Station is bright with Lights.
Sleep of the old bearded person lying behind our seat,has by now switched to omega !
Snorring at its maximum, resembles an Indian Bajaj RE electronics Auto Rikshaw on road.
Previously I had penned, I always remember Ruskin Bond, and his night train at Deoli, whenever I have to Board a train.
In RB’s short story, so beautiful, ends with myriads of unanswered questions left to the imagination of readers. What would have happend to that girl…?
Some how, I always feel a sense of seperation and aloofness, when going back through the story in mind. But with a fragrance.
We all travel, some have a lot to travel, some have less journeys. Some loves the moving life, and some anchored life.
The auto rikshaw behind us has increased in speed. !
The small bunks, with vendors of tea and coffe are one by one closing down.
A man steppd out of a movin train, grabbed a bottle of mineral water and some how managed to get back into it.
Thoughts are wandering, primarily due to the veiling sleep over the consiousness.
Trissur is some times (!) famous as the cultural capital of Kerala. I dont know the real reason, may be because of so much cultural and Literary activities during freedom struggle,and quite after wards till the 90s. Now, no place in any area can be assigned with such titles. Since, each individual has his/her own capital in his self made domain.
Hmm.. Our Train is arriving….I must pen afterwards… Good morning to all.