On the 500th day of my tracking, went to Lonavala with a friend. It was such a nourishing, happy little trip. Even the early morning ride through Bandra to her place was like zipping through a fairytale kingdom. I don't wake up early, so watching the day break across the sky shyly, watching the purposeful bustle of the people selling newspapers, flowers and milk...that was sublime.
Okay - really sleepy now. Later on will write more.
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It is the next day and now I think I will write some more.
I saw two really sweet children yesterday at the signal asking for money. A little boy holding a chubby tiny girl. I gave some money and asked the kid what their names were. The boy was Tehervi (I wonder if the name meant 'Thirteenth' and if it did, was it because he was the thirteenth child or whether he was born on the thirteenth? And the little girl was called Poochiya. Such a cute name for a golu baby!)
I had misplaced my phone and I found it in one of the shops - the shop I had least expected it. I had to travel to Vashi by train. (Was waiting for the bus but buses from Bandra to New Bombay are not convenient anymore. The frequency has reduced, the AC bus has been discontinued, the buses now start from Santa Cruz depot so by the time they come to Bandra startion they are full). So I took the train instead. That was so awesome! It was dirty and all - and the creep alert at the station was high. But just that sweet community feeling - which you don't get in a bus and definitely not in a shared cab - just that - was so good.
I thought back to the time that I had started taking the train when going to college. So much was new, scary, and confusing. Even now it was - I had no idea that Bandra station had bloated up to that extent. But...we got where we had to and the ride was fun. That much is a delicious miracle!
