it's a new world

I'm excited :D Not about the place, because afterall it's a temple and all temples have the same God, whatever the others might say. But the journey excites me! I've never been up so north. I haven't travelled much east either, but other than J&K and the seven sister states, I've been everywhere. Countless number of cities and towns all over my country's landscape. Mountains and plateau and plains with  black and red and yellow soils and hot and cold and rainy and humid with dark people and light people and wheatish people and reddish people where people wear turbans and dhotis and lungis and trousers and saris and skirts and suits with yellow flowers or red flowers or white flowers or orange flowers or no flowers decorating their coconut oiled or braided or cut hair, everywhere, where people eat rice and fish or rice and dal or chapati and dal or parathas or clayey soil with grass (orissa). And when you're travelling by train, you can see farmers working in rice or wheat or barley or sugar cane or mustard fields and cow dung cake structures and children cheerfully saying hello to you as your coach passes by. The train stops, you get off on the platform and it's the same everywhere, coolies grabbing your stuff before you get off, innumerable chaiwalas and pakorewala and samosa people side by side, anxious relatives trying to catch a glimpse of a family member, pigeons on the railing cooing unaffectedly and the announce proclaiming in her monotone voice that train number 1234 has arrived on platform 5 at 6pm for a 7 minute stopover (followed by a beep). You look up at those huge clocks hanging from the roof to verify the time (hoping that the announcer is actually wrong but she never is). The crowd rushes by, and carries you along in its madness. And then the exit doors come into sight.

And on the other side, awaits a brand new world to be discovered.