Just a breathing space away from the world we live in ... a lazy look at the world... and the theater of life.... sometimes cynical...sometimes in wonder
Monday, March 28, 2011
The fog lights make an eerie sketch on the corrugated sheets. An unknown song in a rustic language echoes. Roasted groundnut shells unceremoniously heaped. The train sways like a drunk. Empty seats staring blankly at the naked lights. Reaching NJP.
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