I love re-reading my old poetry, it's a taste of my youth, and I love over indulging. Here are my 23 year old thoughts from the window seat on the Acela Express, Washington to New York City.
What a relief it was to finally reach Delhi after about two days of journey!
First the Rajdhani, we were supposed to travel in, got cancelled. Then, we booked tatkal tickets on another train, but it got delayed for 12 hours. When we reached Cuttack station to board that train, we found out the train hadn't even started from Puri, its destination station. We had to wait for another 4 hours before we could actually board the train and start our journey. And after spending about 36 hours on the train, we reached our destination.
But our journey didn't end there, as we had to travel to my sister's house in Panipat. After spending 3 more hours on the bus, we finally reached the warmth of home.
Y'all. Sooo while returning from Vrindavan (yes I'm still crying), I had to share my upper berth with a woman and her two toddlers.
Like, I let them up cuz of the kids. But guess who judged terribly wrong?!
The first thing that the lady asked me was not my name; it was my caste. My mind went blank for a second fr. Then she asked my name. And then where I lived and stuff. And then for my freaking number!
Like, I obviously didn't give it, but ma'am?! What in the creepy-ass universe are you?!
And one of her kids WOULD NOT let me fucking breathe! And that lady was just smiling creepily the whole time and going, "She won't let you sleep". I even reprimanded that kid once, but alas, couldn't do anything beyond that :)
Thankfully, my roomie @mindless-tirade (who also went to Vrindavan with me) was sitting alone and decided to let me in with her 🫡❤️
And when I was leaving the berth to go to my roomie, that lady had the audacity to ask if they caused any problems. Internally I'm like, BISH YOU ARE THE PROBLEM!