Last day
It is misty today. I am sitting in the train while I write this, with hawkers shouting at the top of their voice and people coming and going.
A sadhu baba sits at the platform across where I am and is smoking a "chillum" (smoke pipe). Lord knows what is in there.I'm fascinated by his attire. He is dressed up like Shiva, in leopard print dress. Who said vanity belongs only in this materialistic world!
There is a monkey who keeps on loitering around on the railway platform, sitting close to the edge, as if waiting for a train to come in.
A part of me wants to go back while another part of me desires to stay, sit again at the banks of the river, enjoy the peace and quiet, write in this diary, let go of my worries. Alas, time moves on and so must I.
I've filled a bottle of "Gangajal" (water from the river) for it is used in all the holy rituals by the Hindus. Gangajal is said to be the stairway to heaven.
I had gone down to the riverbank today morning where I took some water in the palm of my right hand, gazing towards the sun and prayed that I find peace of soul. I might be a sinful, worthless human for all I am but I am still of this nature's making. Thereby I leave my worries, pain and heartbreaks at this doorstep.
*sits with a faraway look on her face, then shakes herself to present*
As aforementioned, am in the train, which has been typically delayed. Oh darling, this is India!
I have the wedding of a dear friend to look forward to soon.
Shall let you know all about it.Until then---as they say here " JAI GANGA MAYIYA, HARI OM!"
Old-Nick
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Travelling by train in India is definitely the material for blogging. 
For some mad reason, I would love to travel a "reasonable" distance on a train through India.
An adventure and a rich source of blogging material I would imagine.