Nine fifty four somewhere in bihar

Once upon a time the grandmother used to sing lullaby. Now the train taketh over. I guess the gentle jerk is reminiscent more of the pre natal womb experience that lulls us in the false security that all is well. Anyway this rhythm somehow throws everybody in their own contemplation. While the husband in front was busy with the mobile the wife entered a motion induced stupor and the discussions collapsed into silence. Its actually a conspirational silence am uneasy wait for dinner -an excuse to lie down and stare at the blue and white bland fresco of the train walls. Imagination at its worst. Amen.

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