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Hello there
to my readers, after a really long break. Lots of pending posts I know. I was
going through a period of total withdrawal, wherein I shut myself up and just
couldn’t get myself to write. I hope to post more often than I have in the last
one year.
A picture from our trek to Sagargad
The last
year was a good year for me in terms of travel. S and me took trips to the Andamans,
we did a fifteen day honeymoon in Thailand, took off to Singapore, and attended
the Sunburn festival for the first time in Bombay and Goa. Other shorter
scattered weekend trips to Chennai, Gorai, Pune, Alibagh and Lonavala could be thrown to that mix
and I’m still not satiated. Obviously I never will be, unless I am travelling
on a one-year budget world-tour. We heard about a couple who saved for five
years and took one year off to travel. How amazing is that? Sigh, they were
also earning in dollars.
My post
today is about a lollapalooza (my new favourite word) - a really funny incident that took place today in
the local train on my way to work. The pictures should give you a good idea of
how rush hour in Bombay looks like. Yes, it’s not so pleasant. And it probably
gives me another reason to get away from this maddening city ever so often. I
don’t like people in my face, it makes me claustrophobic. After falling on the
platform twice and getting punched, kicked and losing my toe nails to an angry
bunch of heels on several occasions I try and be a little safe and take
the ladies special usually, which is a little less crazy.
This
morning, while I was standing facing the door with the Rock of Ages album blasting in my ears and struggling to play
Temple Run 2 inspite of the usual shoving and pushing, I heard several screams emitting
from the door and saw women squirming in front of me. What could it have been?
A cockroach or a rat? I gingerly step ahead out of curiosity and I see a
handsome stray dog that has waltzed in. Women continue to scream and move away
as the beautiful animal looks on innocently, unable to understand, only wanting to
be petted. A young girl and her mother shush everyone, telling the ladies to
stay calm and stop shouting as they were only scaring the dog. The dog wags his
tail, looks around nonchalantly and continues to walk unruffled, manoeuvring
his way amongst more screaming women. Not once did it bark.
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