I woke up to the voice of a man yelling,Selling coffee on the train to make his living.
Got myself a cup and sat on my berth,
Strained my neck,but for the coffee it was worth.
Thought about the events for the day,
Even rehearsed the malayalam words I had to say.
Stood by the door with the wind in my hair,
Holding tight,for my life I did care.
Childhood days flashed before my eyes,
Playing marbles with the neighbours and all those silly lies.
A reason why I love to travel,
Brings back sweet memories which I'll always marvel.
Helps to rewind things of the past,
Somethings which I wish could last.
Went back inside and sat beside the window..
Resuming my journey for how long I didn't know.
