This is April 11, 2014, 12:13am. (Pardon, it's April 12 already!) Resting on my train sleeper, I'm yet to receive any signal of sleep. Somehow it striked me to do some diary-writing in the moonlight in motion here in the train compartment. Not a bad idea! :D
Okay, so this is my first ever rail journey. To add, this is my first ever tour alone. (Hihihi) As I've been telling myself since the start of this journey, this must be counted as the very first day of my growing up. :D So when I stepped into the railway station for the first time today (yesterday actually), I was quite clueless regarding how the train-things do. Carrying a heavy luggage bag on my right shoulder, and a lighter one on the other one, it felt as if a real hero was walking on the platform. :P And I seriously missed a photo-shoot.
The train came into motion sharp at 11pm. We friends killed some time chatting and hooting together. And very soon, most of them, and eventually all of them switched off the lights and covered themselves up with their bedsheets. I can listen them snoring this time. :D But I still can't make up my mind for getting into the phase of a mind-rest yet. I've never experienced such things before. So I am locating myself very much concerned about my safety-security right now. The unknown lady on the opposite side seems quite suspicious to me. Okay, apologies for being judgmental, but I can't underestimate and overlook anything right now. A corner of my blanket has been tied well with my money bag. And I've rolled well the belt of my travel-bag around my left arm, sensing any potential theft. 'This careful', is this 'me' at all? Else call it a 'new' me. :)
Carrying a child-like curiosity in my eyes, I look at the left side, and then the right, followed by looking up and down. Then I shift my gaze to the view through the bars of the train window. For how long shall my eyes keep wandering through this, I wonder. My position may seem apparently boring, but being thoughtful at this moment makes things easy for me. The serenity of this night is gradually getting filled with the lyrics of the 'self-proclaimed singers', 'the mosquitoes'. And I'm sensing the need of covering my face with the blanket, since these mosquitoes seem to be in a good mood of conducting some 'surgical operation' on my face. I shall not be able to hold the pen anymore.
I've instructed my brain not to enter sound sleep, but stay half-awake for this night. For a person like me who's addicted to lying fast asleep, trying the sleep mode of 'KaakChestha-SvaanNidhra' seems very much like a question-mark. May it be considered as the first page of the adventure diary of my life. :) I see, now this shall be for the last time this day, when I'd be viewing this moonlight in motion. Let me get into observing the rhythm of breaths for now.
I shall call it a new day. :)
: Timsy Mehta.
12 April 2014, 1:35am
Okay, so this is my first ever rail journey. To add, this is my first ever tour alone. (Hihihi) As I've been telling myself since the start of this journey, this must be counted as the very first day of my growing up. :D So when I stepped into the railway station for the first time today (yesterday actually), I was quite clueless regarding how the train-things do. Carrying a heavy luggage bag on my right shoulder, and a lighter one on the other one, it felt as if a real hero was walking on the platform. :P And I seriously missed a photo-shoot.
The train came into motion sharp at 11pm. We friends killed some time chatting and hooting together. And very soon, most of them, and eventually all of them switched off the lights and covered themselves up with their bedsheets. I can listen them snoring this time. :D But I still can't make up my mind for getting into the phase of a mind-rest yet. I've never experienced such things before. So I am locating myself very much concerned about my safety-security right now. The unknown lady on the opposite side seems quite suspicious to me. Okay, apologies for being judgmental, but I can't underestimate and overlook anything right now. A corner of my blanket has been tied well with my money bag. And I've rolled well the belt of my travel-bag around my left arm, sensing any potential theft. 'This careful', is this 'me' at all? Else call it a 'new' me. :)
Carrying a child-like curiosity in my eyes, I look at the left side, and then the right, followed by looking up and down. Then I shift my gaze to the view through the bars of the train window. For how long shall my eyes keep wandering through this, I wonder. My position may seem apparently boring, but being thoughtful at this moment makes things easy for me. The serenity of this night is gradually getting filled with the lyrics of the 'self-proclaimed singers', 'the mosquitoes'. And I'm sensing the need of covering my face with the blanket, since these mosquitoes seem to be in a good mood of conducting some 'surgical operation' on my face. I shall not be able to hold the pen anymore.
I've instructed my brain not to enter sound sleep, but stay half-awake for this night. For a person like me who's addicted to lying fast asleep, trying the sleep mode of 'KaakChestha-SvaanNidhra' seems very much like a question-mark. May it be considered as the first page of the adventure diary of my life. :) I see, now this shall be for the last time this day, when I'd be viewing this moonlight in motion. Let me get into observing the rhythm of breaths for now.
I shall call it a new day. :)
: Timsy Mehta.
12 April 2014, 1:35am
