travel - how it is for me

I felt an urge to write this post while travelling from pune to mysore, via bangalore, by train. People suggested me to make the trip by bus, that would have saved me some 10 hours. I agree, but the time I "wasted" is far from waste for me. Travelling by train gives me long hours isolated from the known world, to ponder over the past, present and future, to look far into the darkness from the door of the train, to find the melancholy in the mechanical sound of the wheels on tracks, to feel the cool breeze across my body, laden with the smell of the unknown surroundings, and all these have a rejuvenating effect upon my mind and body. Often trains halts at small stations, or crossings, and wait for clear signals, all the better for me, I come down from the train, and minutely observe all around me. A squirrel nibbling at a crumpled packet of fast food thrown away from some train, a rural child gazing with wide eyes, an weak old man ploughing with an even weaker pair of bullocks, people fetching water, abundantly from wells or canals somewhere, and scarcely from mud holes somewhere else, a house of cranes in a tree half submerged in a water, orchard of long trees standing in rows, and suddenly falling into line as my sight moves from the moving train, there is no short of watching in and out. There are more things missed out in perceiving something than what is captured in our mind. I try to gather a minute percent more from that what is missed in usual, and the pleasure brought so accounts for the wasted time, for me.