This was the 46th post (Day 46) of an entire year-long series, which I named ‘Project 365′. The idea was simple enough: travel for a full year and document every day of it, in the form of a daily picture and poem. I am still working on a book of this year-long travel, but till then, enjoy all the posts here. You can check out the daily posts in the details below or jump to the final day of the project by clicking here.
16th August 2014 – Goa, India
The lilting chug of the train, lulled me to sleep Again and again, until I had no more winks left in me. In a country which has trains for its veins, I looked out the door, and its soul was bare to see.
Almost the whole day went by in a train today. The Netravathy express took a whopping 25 hours to reach Mumbai, arriving around 10 PM at night. And I had no choice but to look out of the train, and try to click something for the day. So, now I know for a fact, that the more I stay in India, the more train pictures I will end up with.
But then, one thing about the Indian trains which I have always been in love with, are the open doors. Yes, the doors are open, even when traveling at break-neck speeds! Make no mistake, it can be dangerous standing by these doors. For one, you could simply loose your footing and fall down the moving train. (I remember a college mate who had such a tragic end). Or for two, there are always unruly kids on the train tracks, who love to take aim at a big solitary figure standing by a moving train door.
Nevertheless, I love standing by the door. You watch before your own eyes, as the country rolls under the heavy, iron wheels. And you lean forward, to get more angles. And you get the wind on your face, bringing along distinct smells at each different station. And best of all, you can even smoke by the door.
Needless to say, do not try this on your own.