My travel notes...contd..

I know, memories fade away with time, like a sand sculpture made on a beach. I have very little time to follow my memory lane to the minutest detail. Every passing day, my mind is like a village hit by a cyclone – forced back to where it all began. The effort to think also doubles. And so with least delay, here I start again.

I opened my eyes as the huge analog clock had rung three times in symphony. As I looked at it, the needles stood in a perfect disciplined right angle.  Vipin was sitting at the chair next to my feet, earphones plugged to his ear, listening to his favorite tunes. The speaker at the top left corner sprung into action, virtually screaming a familiar three toner, a pre cursor to a railway announcement. Our train was expected to arrive in the next 5 min.  The rather gloomy waiting room saw some movement as people who had occupied it like refugees began straightening up, to move to platform no 5, for catching the much awaited and late running train. A distant hoot accompanied bt the approaching flash light seem to lighten up the dull faces, and within no time, the roaring locomotive stopped with a metallic screech in front of us, like a tamed elephant waiting for its master to board,  with its knees bent. Thanks to the efficiency of the loco pilot, the coach, bearing the seats allotted to us, stopped exactly in its assigned place.

With battery running critically low + no charger at hand,  I pause my thoughts for today.

...to be continued

My Travel notes

Every time I have gone on a trip, however small it might have been, I have always wanted to pen down my experiences and turn the spectacles to words. It has remained a thought or unfulfilled want though, never turning realistic.  Many trips have missed getting inked down.  And hence this note -

Deserts have never amazed me. Dryness has always reminded me of sadness and dull memories, partly maybe because I come from a lush green part of the world which is caressed by the sea and where rains are often celebrated as a festival. So an unavoidable trip to the Pink city Jaipur, which is the capital of the Desert state of India hadn’t generated much interest in me. But the traveler inside me couldn’t bear the thought of three full days being spent in Jaipur. That is how I decided to tag Jodhpur and Ajmer in the trip, the only intention being to avoid the monotonousness of Jaipur. Another curious friend of mine, Vipin,  also agreed to join me at the Pink city. He had also cleverly booked train tickets for a night train from Jaipur to Jodhpur, departing at 02:30 in the night, which was expected to add on to the misery.

And thus started the trip..



..to be continued