A Train Through The Borail Hills

Close to a decade and a half back, I had taken the Silchar – Guwahati meter gauge train or Pahad line, as it was popularly known back then, once. For the kid that I was at that time, it was the most wonderful journey I had ever been on. I was delighted to say the least. The beautiful rail-line that snaked its way up and down the gradual inclines of the Borail range, the numerous tunnels built through the hills and the deep dense greenery had more than blown me away. So much so that I did not mind sharing my reserved seat with double the number of people it was supposed to accommodate.

Through the Borail Hills, Dima Hasao - Assam

Through the Borail Hills, Dima Hasao – Assam

From my window seat, I kept looking outside, lost in the beauty of the lone houses atop random hills and the meandering river below.… continue reading

Railway Diaries – Musings

The rain-cooled breeze is kissing my face and turning it colder by the second as I look at the green fields pass-by. Mushroom-shaped trees randomly dotting them. The rhythmic thak-thak-thak of the metal wheels leaving one piece of rail for another below seems like a melody to my ears now. The pattern only broken by the blares of the occasional trains rushing from the opposite side. The monsoon clouds above have only grown thicker and darker with each passing hour. It seems a thunder-shower is inevitable. The small and big towns showing-up on this side of the window and that also have started to acknowledge the approaching night; the lights have come-up.

doodhsagar trek greenery

Watching the world pass-by

Sitting by the window and seeing the world pass-by is something I have come to love over time, ever-since I have started to take trains more and more.… continue reading