Its 6 in d morning...i am at chennai central, probably one of the busiest rly stns in the country..Rly stn..ah! i 've always have had an instinctive attachment with them. Probably just the word trains and railways inculcates nostalgia in me.It traverses me down the memory lane, a long one..as my relationship with the rly stations has been sporadic..
Memories of me holding my Father's hand and running down the platforms frantically searching for our coach no... not letting him get down at stations,as i would be afraid of the train leaving off without him..trying to push my head through the barred windows,looking for him when the train starts...Sitting beside my Mother and listening stories from her, with my head on her lap or sharing one earpiece each of the walkman..It has not only been the journeys, it has been an album of lovable times shared, of the bonds...the caring for each other and of emotions much more to express..
The time had to come when i started travelling alone.. i had grown up after all...i remember the anxious,excited and the apprehensive me, the first time i embarked on a solitary journey..with the anxiousness of the hundreds of kms of solitariness also excited about the same..and at the same time apprehensive as my parents wont be there to avert any uncomforting possibilities. My mother's worried teary eyes weakened my heart and at the same time my father's ever-soothing smile, gave me the assurance everything was going to be fine...It was my first rung on the ladder of independence, of getting to know and exploring the unknown nuances of decision making.
Like any other normal and sane human,i awaited vacations with a lot of life...going back home with friends is always fun, eating every possibly edible stuff that comes by..sitting at the doors..fighting over the one book to be read and the one charging slot for mobiles...sometimes i feel the excitement of going home is solely due the fact that all your friend are also travelling with u... we make plans weeks before we travel...discussing every tiny detail...hell man!!
And as i await my train alone, these memories bring a smile to my face and the nostalgia becomes my companion. I sometimes, wonder how alone we are,even in a place with hundreds of people around us..secluded from each other by time,identity,ethnicity though we all breathe, eat(in general terms) and walk in the similar way(again to be considered in general terms)....But more on that later, as my hunger and the food outlets opening outside have filled up the creative corner of my mind... in short,at present, i am compelled to suffer from a writer's block.
(p.s. this is a felt-and-wrote passage...so, kindly bear with the low standard.. thank you.)
