COMMUTING IN THE LOCAL TRAIN

As defined by the norms, Indian Railways have a fashion of coming late when am on time, and arriving on time when I plan up late..

Travelling by public transport is itself an crazy ride, but travelling everyday is "lesser or more" severe a penalty that I need to survive..

People pushing, pulling and fat aunties who think me being slim is a blessing to them from the divine..Sometimes, I find them sitting over my half thigh with still an expectation of my other thigh..Uncles who either flaunt their dyed hair or guys who play loud bhojpuri melodies on their Micromax remembering the love of their lives..Old couples romancing extra-maritally to my laughing companions who feel such amusement is our birth right..Kids running all over the compartment and stopping each "samosa and bhel" vendor that passes by..Windows to be opened or windows to be closed is always a thought cause of the man sitting around who can spit the "tobacco" off his mouth anytime..Dare-devil families jump off the wrong side with luggage (on shit clad tracks), for my mouth left gasped at times..Talkative strangers sometimes discuss too much about themselves and themselves that one can write a book to define..Most passengers travel without tickets till the TCE pays a visit to surprise..Train that stops every 10 minutes for anybody to get down to explore every railway station till the horn honks the moving sight..

At times, empty births come as a smile as the compartment seems customised..Sleeping off listening to music or reading a book, with legs spread and relaxed for hours and miles is the best feeling that pumps the heart and mind..looking at the handle bars move..feeling the breeze falling on the face..moving to find a place to sit that gives comfortable vibes..laughing and feeling numb at the same time..

But in the end, what counts is reaching the destination, travelling and travelling again..everyday, weeks, months and years to suffice..