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.
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