As our night train pulled into Mumbai, we witnessed local train travel via "first class" on train after train passing alongside ours.Regular cars are literally spilling over with men, some clinging on from the outside to windows, perched on some narrow ledge. And occasionally a few have made it on top. Without variation, men shout anything imaginable at us, upon seeing a couple of western girls looking out the window.
Certain cars are designated "Ladies only for all the 24 hours." These pass by silently like colorful butterflies, rainbow colored sarees fluttering in the wind...
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i'll take them with me on this southbound train...
forgive me but who are you, the elusive, sympathetic kls...?
the elusive sympathetic kls is none other than your companion from that strange night in amsterdam, that strange night in dublin, that strange night in lisbon... and hopefully future strange nights..
keRRi!
you know what? I realized that a few moments after i posted that comment.
My thoughts simmered to a tasteful temperature on the Goa beach and i was like: Of Course.
more pix btw when i find a puter that will upload my photos...
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