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Through an Open Window

The trouble with everything is that it starts out so romantically in your head. The idea of lounging endlessly on a beach chair, watching time go by in the company of lime mint coolers and tall palms.

Sitting on the steps of a train compartment at 5 am in the morning. Feeling the wind rush by in rain soaked Kerala. The very notion conjures up images of green fields, swaying coconut palms, backwaters and steaming hot chai.

Yet, in real life, there are always mosquitoes, stinking loos and “Oops! I forgot to pack my toothbrush”.

I want to be able to find romance in that.

That’s right! In forgotten toothbrushes and mismatched socks.

7 Comments

  1. Ramasubramaniam Srinivasan wrote:

    Hi Suze,

    Nice post…

    Thinking about it, if one considers what one remembers of the trips undertaken in the past, it is the mismatched socks and the missed bus…which come to the mind first…

    The spice of the trip…

    Ram

    Tuesday, October 18, 2005 at 12:58 pm | Permalink
  2. BS wrote:

    hehe…finding romance where there is none is interesting ;)

    Wednesday, October 19, 2005 at 3:30 pm | Permalink
  3. Suze wrote:

    pfzigfackly! :) )

    Thursday, October 20, 2005 at 12:46 pm | Permalink
  4. satosphere wrote:

    I am guessing you had spam.

    Its not very difficult – all you need to do, is to take the Konkan railway – really lovely journey, I must tell you.

    Friday, October 21, 2005 at 11:58 pm | Permalink
  5. Anonymous wrote:

    i think u r really cute

    Saturday, October 22, 2005 at 4:45 pm | Permalink
  6. Suze wrote:

    sat, yup i know.. train journeys are awesome

    went to ooty with my friends in the summer.. amazing fun :)

    Saturday, October 22, 2005 at 10:06 pm | Permalink
  7. Hiren wrote:

    Interesting. It reminded me of What Osho said, “Either be a bbuffalo or a Budhdha to relive boredom”- See everything in the minutest possible way or disregard it alltogether.

    Friday, October 28, 2005 at 12:47 pm | Permalink

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