As I look out of the window of the train, here I go again, I thought to myself. It was again a dreadful morning, I had to leave towards the city of my new residence. The place I was posted was about 3 hours train ride away. It was a ritual for me to come home every fortnight. It wasn’t homesickness per se, but more of my miserableness, that led to this fortnightly journey.

My job wasn’t something I liked doing. It was the source of all things miserable, the nature of work, adding to it a non-existent social life, fuelled with the dry state of the city. A bottle costs about fifty rupees more than the actual cost it would have taken me at home.

These thoughts kept my mind busy as I looked at the scenery outside. What started as a somewhat bright city with buildings everywhere changed into foggy village fields. It seemed like a perfect analogy of my life, from being surrounded by family, a good social life to a barren life in my work city. Well, that took a dark path, not that the scenery wasn’t beautiful, but these things were subjective, the mind interprets on its own.

What the hell was I doing in life. Years of hard work, and this is what I am doing. Things needed to change, but what if! I don’t like the change. After all, I liked my current job when I first started it. Soon I dozed off to sleep, the best slumber, I might add.

When I woke up, it was nearing my destination. Pondered while awaiting my drop-off, What do I love?
© SNz