A little post of gratitude

I’m on a train, typing this bit out of an overwhelming urge of expression. But unlike my recent posts about being on trains and travelling, this isn’t about me, or my thoughts and muse.  It’s about this man sitting beside me. He looks like any guy aged somewhere between 25 to 30, spectacled and fairly built.  I’ve for long been engrossed in my novel and … Continue reading A little post of gratitude

Tumbling thoughts on a rumbling train

Once again, the wheels screeched along the whistle and rumbles of the train. I waved through the tinted glass to my little sister, expecting her to begin sobbing any moment.  She didn’t.  Maybe the tiny girl had really grown up. Maybe her heart is being replaced with heavier emotions bit by bit, and her head filling up with sober sadness. Maybe she’s heading to what … Continue reading Tumbling thoughts on a rumbling train