rail gadi..

In between reading my novel and watsapping , i dont know when i dozed off to chugging of the train. My favourite side lower berth, becomes my cocoon. Sleepy towns, sometimes bustling stations, or long dark patches run past the window. In middle of night i see moon peeping in. And smiling back at me. Train of thoughts takes me through tightly clutched memories to the forgotten tunnels. What am i upto? This wandering is for what? i am not gonna find anything different from what i am! Why this longing and desire? And what it is for? What do i dont have? And then imaginary answers to repetitive questions. I know its not about having. Its all just illusion which has become so dear to me. This goes on and then mind finds the comfy position, which sometimes is in warm hug and sometimes in dark cold corner. I try to read book, but its always more easy to just get lost in imaginations. Sunrise looks so beautiful from my train window. Click some pics and selfies with chai and glow of rays on me and watsapp or post on fb with some random lines! Such natural tendency to tell, and temptation of instant gratification :) I stop chaiwala for first cup. That morning hour in train is somehow at ease and doesnt know the rush of life. Its pace is so new to restless mind, needs little nudging, its ok, this is what they call slowing down. Thought of reaching the destination, another end, another start, all this goes on. Thought of being alone, being with someone far, being with so many on board, being so aware...