BE CURIOUS, BE DETACHED

It was a month of February 2019,  on Wednesday morning, I was having bites of puri sabzi (a routine breakfast in North India) in my balcony,  having a glance of clear sky, enjoying the combination of good weather and beautiful cloudy sky. Suddenly I heard a beep sound of my mobile. When I checked my mobile for message,  it was a pleasant surprise as my friend had texted me a message on whats app group asking about a visit to Mughal Garden. Though I have been living in Delhi for many years, I never could visit these wonderful places. So I just got up and became ready to go for a walk to remember. Whenever after watching mobile phone I went outside the house, my mother used to give a suspicious and angry look as if I was going to marry some girl against her wish.  Being the youngest in the family I was scolded by all elders for no reason.         I was always a latecomer in my group. My friends were, as usual, waiting for me at J...

A journey by a Train It was 6:30 a.m., the time was gradually changing from dawn to morning, the cold breeze was blowing, and the sun was yet to shine with full brightness at the Mangalore Junction when I boarded at side lower berth in  Duronto Express. With a deep breath, I looked at the station to give my final farewell to Mangalore, a south Canara town which lived only in my dream until I visited there in reality. My destination was Delhi so the train would travel crossing many states, many places like North Karnataka, Goa, Maharashtra, Gujarat and Rajasthan. In a nutshell, the journey itself would give a glance of mini India. I always loved the journey of the train especially when I used to get a window seat because the window projects an epic movie of scenes of different places and people while the strong wind coming through the window only add more experiences of pleasure to the body and mind in the journey.  As the train travels f...