Mumbai to Goa by train
Five friends and the landscape
In search of "Dil Chahta Hai"
"Holidaying in Mumbai and then, an 11-hour train ride to Goa. Most people insisted that I took a flight, but I'm glad I didn't. Every train station offered a totally different landscape."
Canang Sari in the mornings,
Gratitude offered in colors and fragrance,
For blessings from the skies.
"Typhoon number 10 had just called and left. Its aftermath is the clearest blue sky ever, and of course, the all scorching summer heat. I've lived in Japan for over two years now. In summer..."
Revisiting this entry in 2014:
I don't know why I didn't finish this entry or what exactly was it that I had intended to write. But I remember the typhoons and earth quakes in Tokyo, very vividly.
I remember rushing back home early to avoid getting stuck in school during the storm. I remember walking home from the train station, dragged out of course by my out-of-control umbrella! I remember how difficult it was to walk in the midst of the strong wind - my skirt unruly, and my free hand fluttering to save my modesty.
I remember how accurate the weather forecast is in Japan, and how we relied on it all the time.
Safiza is a Travel Blogger, Common Reader, Book Hoarder, Art and Nescafe Tarik Lover.