04/09/2016
There are some shades and textures that will always be peculiar to some deep-seated emotions, some memories swallowed in whole – that couldn’t be digested because you were a glutton for experience.
Reptilian clay-blue is one such nostalgic combination that takes me back to trains, budgeted family trips, happy-herd-like school trips. It takes me back to the time when a journey meant more than ‘getting there’, when tucked away on carefully chosen berths, the slow grounded motion of a train would induce a sleep that no concoction of sedatives and lullabies could ever do.
I’ve traveled to four continents, sat through fifty odd flights, but I never feel more excited about commuting than I do when I'm inside a train, traversing through a grid of green hues, thinking about everything and nothing.
Starting today, I'd be paying a little homage to the Indian railway through pictures I've clicked and words I've read and written to the rhythm that's exclusive to our locomotives.
Let's begin at the platform then, shall we?
