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.
A hearty conversation on a half drowsy morning with the people we love is like designing one’s own sweetest dream and I have been doing that ever since I arrived here. This is precisely the best part of my day and the best way I can begin my day. So as much as I love the nights, I look forward to the mornings now.