Wednesday, August 07, 2002

And now I sit, staring at the rain curtains stretching from my doorstep to the end of the road. Rows and rows of harem beads. It rains in whiplashes down here.
It’s pouring cats and dogs outside. Long day today.
Was up at a quarter to five and ended up missing the train at 6 anyway….

Finally found place in some vague Hyderabad Express at 9 and home at 12.
Fed and put to sleep by 1.
And now I can’t seem to get any sleep at all, have exhausted all the music that I can stand for the day, rushed through a bunch of comics from the attic, watched all the stoopid TV I can stand and here I am…

The journey through Lonavla was awesome. Brooks and streams careening down jagged stone at every corner. That obscene green that follows heavy showers and the mist in limbo, like time under repair.
And garam chai. Not to mention chillies and wada-pav. I bought random stuff off every hawker that bothered to come through the compartment. Cucumbers and jelly sweets and chocolates and chikki.
High point of the day, this close to 60-year-old woman threatened to throw my stuff off the train if I didn’t clear her space. Not an inch above five feet with all the sinews of long years in her veins. Needless to say, I did.