Trains

Odious execution of smiley prose.....

Since when did subtelty take a backseat?

So there i was again, a stretched night spilling into a reluctant morning. Mornings are diffcult sometimes, they like to saunter around for longer than expected, thereby creating a gaping hole that needs to be plugged with cement slabs of determination. At times, you are too tired to make an effort and give in.

Paranoia makes itself felt at home at an exponential rate, but there's business to be taken care of. I realise we are on a hilltop, cut out from humanity and that it would take us some effort to reach civilization. Sleep deprivation notwithstanding, we do the needful in order to maintain scream levels, dust ourselves.

The walk to the station is dreamy, we float on pebbles, looking down at the beaten sidewalk, skipping obstacles as if we are mountain bikes hurtling through rough terrain. The breeze tries to ruffle my unwavery hair, my sidekick is stoned as well.Everyday occurings seem exotic, objects magnify. It's time to rely on public transport, be at the mercy of chugging trains, hoping that one of them would relocate me to the desired destination.

The journey was one within itself. Paranoia can be a bitch sometimes, magnifying the effect. Caving in is pussifying. I'd like to think I am strong and determined. My fellow travellers did not quite share the common feeling, i felt so.

There was a lady, talking incessantly on the phone, the volume levels were quite high, much to the consternation of the others. I don't know what it is, sometimes. A crave for muted approval, a desire to fit in, maybe just a sloppy technique of self-preservation. Soon, I was staring at a horizontal human form and recoiled in absolute horror at the idea of having to spend an extended time period with one of those kinds.

The effect wore off, the reverie broke.