Travelling alone in a city with no specific agenda leaves you with ample time to appreciate those beautiful little things that light up the spirit of the city. That fellow lone traveller, a part of whose face is hidden behind his wise- looking beard and reading glasses , the rest of which is buried in the book he reads; the chuckling brother- sister duo who discuss animatedly about what they see across the windows; the carefree young dude whose music reaches you over the rattling rails and gushing wind; an elderly gentleman who held his wife’s hands all along the journey and those assuring smiles they always exchanged. They all did have me smiling all through the day.
Imagine a chilly breeze coupled with warmth of of cooking, a soul stirring music with heart wrenching lyrics and a cup of coffee to sip through it 🙂 At times there is an additional blessing of dew drops trickling down my window pane or a mild drizzle or chirps of seagulls on the roof next door. I don’t ask for anything more or may be just one thing more.
I can’t explain how beautiful and magical it was. It was too hard to believe that man could create something so stupendous and there I stood once I again believing in magic and miracles.