Top 5 irrational fears of people who travel by mail trains

Following are my top 5 fears when I travel by a mail train

1 you may end up pulling the chain by mistake or when asleep and wouldn’t know what to do next.

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2 even if the halt is for 15 mins… you fear that the train may start before time (ya, right!) and you may be left behind.

3 people going for a small distance may capture your seat and … well it is a justified fear.

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4 there will be no soap in the toilet.

5 your spouse who has gone down to buy samosas may not get back on the train on time.

These are my fears. Let me know if they match yours or if you have new ones to share

What decides beauty?

Early in the morning, my hubby and I were admiring the view outside the train window.  I told him that it all looks so very very pretty. He nodded. I said everything is pretty no? Everything. He looked at me admiringly and I knew he was about to say something wise. 🙂 He said it is because everything is fleeting. It is temporary. Also we are seeing it all from an ac window and not able to smell the garbage. He added with a chuckle.

To think about it, he is right. If we picked a spot near the rail line and decided to stay there, the place like any other place would reveal all its sides…. annoying, disturbing, harmful, noisy etc.

Yesterday, when we entered our compartment,  I was delighted to know that we had the last 2 seats near the door in the 2 tier ac compartment. As you must be knowing that there are 4 seats in each cabin. Since we have only 2 I was happy to know that we had our privacy. We could keep oyr bags safely and use the tray table conveniently.
Third thing I noticed was that it was near the door which put a crack in my charm. Khulne bandh hine ka aawaz aayega I whined. And 2 hours later I also realized that it had no plug point so I had to use my phone sparingly.

So, comingto the point, what decides beauty of a place? The initial 5 seconds or the experience till the end. Is there something really everlasting? Or is it the human mind that and desire that can never be satiated? Is there something perfect? Everything has flaws no? Why do we look for perfection? Ooooh so many questions. Enough to think over the weekend. Keep smiling