An excerpt from my childhood: Knowingly or unknowingly the very idea of travelling to a new place filled in me the “get-up-and-go” thrill. More so, my family always preferred to travel via train. Bus was never comfortable for any of us and flight was not something we could afford then. Well, either way, I feel it worked in our favour. Train journeys gave us just the right amount of family time. While our parents would be busy setting up the luggage and arranging food, my brother and I started fighting for the window seat. Seeing our battle, the uncle/aunty sharing our compartment, usually ended up giving their window seat.
As I would sit by the window, the green fields, the distant horizon and limitless sky made the innocent me wonder, “What lies ahead? Why are these only found in trains?”
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by,
and that has made all the difference.”
That, I only saw in my school textbooks. Here I was capturing one scenic view of My India, Rural India.
Mornings be like!
Cause going to school barefoot is fun, something the urban kids never experience.
An air of contentment surrounded the villages and people.
And this, this one made me a poet, as I sung:
I could always take a walk down that road surrounded not,by concrete buildings, but by trees and fields and open sky.
It was no less than being in fairyland where I spread my wings to fly.I never knew that such an India also existed,
I never knew that no-vehicles’ roads also subsisted.Now I know why they say,It in the rural India that the real India lay.