You know how sometimes you know its so cold, but don’t feel it cause the thought of launching a new 10 day travel is so warming.
Legs quiver, but not for the cold, but the restless energy. The train is late, but not so much to have made us leave later than planned. The wait is not intolerable. The coffee is finishing, will the loo be clean?
Train journeys are my absolute favourite. But more often than not, the pre-journey excitement is a lot more than the one during. I believe a lot of it is owing to the food that is going to be served. Hence shatabdi and rajdhani train journeys are a notch higher in in the excite-o-meter. But the food/drinks are never as great as they are in my head.
Irrespective of all that, I will give just about anything to be on a train right now, and drum my fingers on the fold-able food tray while I peek slyly towards the aisle to check how far the server is.
Chandni Chowk in Old Delhi is best known for its crowds, noise, heritage buildings and roadside food.
On this particular Sunday morning, over this cup of chai on the footpath, we discussed with the dwellers of Chandni Chowk its future. There were all sorts of ideas, some asking for a mall, some asking for selfish goals, and some, as was our chaiwallah, just wanted some outlet to talk about the good in people, but mostly the bad.
