train journey

Am sitting in the train, the train which got delayed by 7 hours at Kolkata itself and now every now and them decides that we are too heavy to carry and needs a break and these breaks aren’t the short ones at known stations. But then again if it wants rest I don’t suppose in a large station it would get it. In Hindi the train is given the feminine gender, stranger wonder why? Though i have to admit that till date I havnt figured out the logic that goes into deciding the sex of an object. Now would they too have gender crisis as so many of us humans are faced with?

I get an idea of the fog situation in north India, I am sitting by the window hoping to catch a glimpse of the world that I pass by, but then all I c are the few bushes that we cross and then it all white…
I ve found that train journeys always gives me a time to think, of course these are only for those journeys that arent spent sleeping away. There is something about the gentle rocking, the gentle lullaby, and when its dark and u sit by the window u c the little lights at a distance that pass by in a second and wonder the kind of life those people live. And then there are those moments where none of this registers, u r some million miles away, thinking about whatever is there that is topping the list of things that need to be thought of.