The topic over at skittles this week is to share a summer time story. When I closed my eye and thought of a summer time story, I got this on my mind. It was slightly surprising because, I do not have a clear memory of this, and there have been so many other summers spent heartily at my grandmother’s place with group of cousins hanging out together, but still this memory seems to be haunting my mind today.
We used to have our annual vacation of almost two months every summer. Most of them were spent in Bangalore with cousins ganging up to spend time in each of our houses in turns. This one time it was different, I was supposed to accompany my mom, and we both were to travel to Rajkot, a city in Gujarat. We had my moms sister and her son, who was 2/3 years along with us, and did I mention that I was 5 🙂
The train journey from Bangalore to Rajkot used to be for almost 2.5 days at that time, and I had no idea if it would be boring or fun. I had never that long before, and I think I was looking forward for the journey.
There are two things I distinctly about this trip.
Firstly the trains in India have a lot of hawkers selling stuff. For the first time I got to see so much of variety in food to eat. I was a foodie even back then, I was trying to convince my mom to buy me anything that was being sold, and my mom could not control her anger, also the shock at me being able to eat the stuff with so much spice, at that quantity, and still wanting more. Well I think that’s when I realized the biggest gift a human being has, the thing called “tongue”.
Second thing, is the picture of myself in my mind from the trip. I mean I can’t forget the one posture which I enjoyed so much during that trip. The trains have two windows on one side, and two on the other per each block. These windows have small extensions, which are used to close shutters, so when the shutters are open, they are like very little platforms, hardly 3 to 4 inches wide. I used to sit in this small width, and my legs were exact size of the width of the window, so I kind of fitted exactly to the window, I would sit there all day, looking outside the window.
After that trip, I did many many others to the same destination, but never was actually able to fit into the window, believe me I have tried. So I guess this is one memory I will never forget.