Somewhere around me the clock tickels and seconds turn into hours; as I cast my eyes out of the moving train villages turn to cities for some moments. It’s the same sunny skies yet somehow the breaking dawn & settling dusk brings fascination and stars to my eyes. I assume it’s been over 30 hours in this squatting position on the gates of S-3 and oh boy, I can’t possibly describe what I’ve perceived let alone what I saw. It’s kinda strange but I must confess that this serenity has taken an unknown load of mind & got me higher than any alcohol possibly can.

They call it a city of dreams, but whose they never said; and forgive me for turning a blind eye whilst seeing a blind guiding another blind. Such thoughts dropped in, materialised & departed in 4th longest tunnel of India AKA Tike, near Ratnagiri. Nyctophilia…

Boo! I ain’t giving a figure of speech but it’s time to get rid of this train of thoughts, and the transit itself. I disembarked at Pallakad, the largest district of Kerala. And moved onto a small village labelled Kulukkallur, where my knicker day friend has 150 years old asylum just transversely located to the rail tracks.

Nearby there was the anniversary of temple & lunch was being served on leaf, where I had the privilege to savor one of the finest khir. By the time of nightfall I was in an open field smoking weed, and getting drunk. You outta know one thing about communicating in this place that they don’t speak hindi, & I can blabber out the big salutations without any soul getting offended. Allow me to draw a blank on the unmentionable events, and goodbye for now…