Waiting to exhale
Traveling is akin to entering a fairy tale. There might not be magical elves lurking at every nook and corner, but the anticipation of what happens next is just the same.
During such travels, one encounters a variety of people --joyous, anxious, troubled, intense, maverick or absorbed.
Most of us, I feel, are waiting for something. And most of our lives are engulfed by this wait.
I honestly pray the wait ends. And every eager hearts' dream comes true. I should know. I am one of them.
This cheerful chaiwallah served us innumerable kulhads (earthen mugs) of tea at West Bengal's Bolpur station.
Beautiful landscapes interest him no more. A horseman takes a break from sight seeing, while we place an order for tea and biscuits - for him and us.
For this little boy, life is all about a curious imagination. What is he so dreamily looking for outside the train window? Perhaps a bespectacled wizard on a flying broom!
I can’t get over the searching expression on this porter’s face at the Cuttack station. His body language is so defeated.
There is apparent doubt and sadness in the disposition of this red berries vendor in Matheran. He reminds me of the Little Match Girl, whom too, people walked past in indifference or rush.
Somewhere in New Alipore, someone is going to be very happy on receiving this beautiful bouquet of red roses. All thanks to this efficient man here.
It’s all about giving the right signal for this traffic controller. Deep down, perhaps, he is waiting for one himself.
During such travels, one encounters a variety of people --joyous, anxious, troubled, intense, maverick or absorbed.
Most of us, I feel, are waiting for something. And most of our lives are engulfed by this wait.
I honestly pray the wait ends. And every eager hearts' dream comes true. I should know. I am one of them.
This cheerful chaiwallah served us innumerable kulhads (earthen mugs) of tea at West Bengal's Bolpur station.
Beautiful landscapes interest him no more. A horseman takes a break from sight seeing, while we place an order for tea and biscuits - for him and us.
For this little boy, life is all about a curious imagination. What is he so dreamily looking for outside the train window? Perhaps a bespectacled wizard on a flying broom!
I can’t get over the searching expression on this porter’s face at the Cuttack station. His body language is so defeated.
There is apparent doubt and sadness in the disposition of this red berries vendor in Matheran. He reminds me of the Little Match Girl, whom too, people walked past in indifference or rush.
Somewhere in New Alipore, someone is going to be very happy on receiving this beautiful bouquet of red roses. All thanks to this efficient man here.
It’s all about giving the right signal for this traffic controller. Deep down, perhaps, he is waiting for one himself.