The last week’s been a happening one.
Exams got over, sigh!
The amazing train journey to New Delhi from Pune;
the experience with the cold weather ever since I got
into the train To the Capital;
Nepal (keep falling in Love with this beautiful land).

Pune fever was still into me until I was woken up by
a bunch of ‘hijdas‘ (eunuchs) in the train. Hoping it to be
Bhavik (my roomie) greeting me a Very Good Morning in his
trademark style, Eyes half open and the ‘four fingered salute’,
and a tooth-brush in his mouth (this is exaggerated, thats
my part!), but my happinnes was short lived.
The ‘clap-clap‘ shook me out of my deepest slumber and the
‘bhaiya-bhaiya, paise-paise‘ reverberated through my spine.

But who cared, I went back to my sleep, and dreamt of home.
The ‘claps‘ and the ‘bhaiya,paise‘ only acting as a lullaby
until it slowly faded away in the midst of the rocking train
and the ‘khata khatak, khata khatak‘ which was synonymous to
a cradle and the sweet chimes.

Merry Christmas.

Why is it that we always think about our sorrows and sulk,
but never remember the times when we laughed are hearts out?

tags: Laugh | Cry