I was on the way back from college. The 5th
exam had gotten over, and it was time for a long study break. We deserved a
long trip home, as frying asses on the examophobeboreattact wasn’t my type. In
spite of the addiction to the internet, the days had to be spent at home. It’s
been a while since I’d seen my place, and the folks were worried that I’d
forgotten about them.
So, off I took into the realm of the
travelogue you're reading now.
At first, the bumpy bus ride, took me from my
college to the nearest town. Being the only source of hope, I had to take the
earliest train to our destination as the pilgrimage season was going on.
Managing all the hurdles of a rush hour, I got past the railway station and
board the first train, the West Coast Express. The mayhem of wild monkeys from
all over the world reigned in that jungle of adventure. There was a lot to
explore and the world seemed a tinier place with the advent of faster
technologies and click lifestyle.
An assuring barbarian dinner of some rich south
Indian and continental cuisines had set my stomach churning, and the sleep
glands were getting their full. Once entering the train, the occupation of
one’s empire was a niche of easy touch. Lucky for me, I found peace! But sleep
was the worst option on a tired old day trip on a train. I’m a pillow guy, who
likes to hug, squeeze and sleep on his pillow. Most kids love a fluffy teddy
bear at bed, but my mate was the pillow. Over the years, the times on train
rides had caught up my imagination and I was found to love my bag. The habit of
hugging my bag had come to reality. But unfortunately for me, today, my bag was
heavy.
On entering the train, I had found
neighbors who were on a saga to the holy mountains. But, one little girl among
them caught my attention. She was trying her best to fall asleep in her daddy’s
arms, but the discomfort was so restless it kept her awake all night. My
overweight bag had started to hurt my legs, so I offered it to her to use it as
a pillow. To my utter surprise, she immediately liked it and started loving it,
sleeping well for the rest of the night. On nearing my destination, I had to
forcibly pull away my bag at my stop. The possessive ideology no longer
sprouted wings, and today I lay content with emotions as I remember that day again.
P.S.: As was written on 19th November 2011.
Examophobiboreattact was a word coined by me and you can see more about it here.
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