After four long months! There's something about coming home after a while that triggers some kind of unexplicable emotions. It felt like coming back to where I belonged, coming home to be precise!
My journey was uneventful - I didn't do anything out of ordinary, I got on the right place, off at the right place and didn't do much in between. Train journeys are always interesting from the spectator point of view, especially while travelling alone. Right in front of me was this morose young man who never smiled and spent all his time fiddling with his socks. Seriously even the man who has to announce the end of the world would be cheerier(not that I've met men who announce the end of the world!). There was this regular salesman guy who kept talking loudly into his phone. His ringtone in itself could be the subject one longgggg post. Most interesting was this family who got on at Sec'bad - mom, dad and young Nikhil. It was like watching a soap in action. The typical Tam Bram dad, trying to be hip with his sunglasses, french beard(which he referred to as his dhadi), his bermudas annnnnd his "oasis drinking water" t shirt! The mom was a north indian(gujju by my guess) - wearing a chiffon saree with the complete works for a hot night's journey. The kid was a school lad - shy, introvert and pretended to read a book the whole time. And of course no journey will be complete without "the pervert" and this was no exception. The pervert kept looking(do I dare to use "leering"??) and staring the whole time and justified his existence.
And then the usual stuff I do everytime I go home - hugs, exclamations of "You've lost weight", sweets, endless phone calls, lying on amma's lap, ghar ka khana, Madras edition of "The Hindu"... Life is good. :-)