In limbo

It-s been a long journey. 26 hours and 14 odd more to go..it-s happening after so many ifs and buts and whens..as the senior citizen snores n huffs n puffs downstairs i decide to put the journal for myself..my cellphone being the only standing mate, i write hence..i started with all the usual melodrama. No confirmed ticket. No confirmed train turning into two confirmations..did not have time to rue the moolah as the scene turned into the something from srk movie sans encouraging amrish puri..righl now it-s more like a reality show with this rather unfair endurance task...usually i like long train trips.. Maybe i have a secret thing about these forlorn stops where life survives around these trains..not unlike the trains to macondo or devli if one is romantically inclined..the truth is there are many unknowns about the trip..i do not know why i need to make this trip..this is something i need to find out..life is strange many times but it-s beautiful still ..one week seems like too small a time but i hope i will make the return trip with more of sun