I wrote a few lines about my feelings, when I was travelling from Banglore to Chennai.I thought I will share it with you.

My train journey from Banglore to Chennai was too nostalgic. The few trips that I had travelled from Banglore with my kids,alone,was a nightmare.Rolling on the floor, jumping from upper to the lower berth, crying, asking for everything that was sold,not eating, vomiting,pouring the water, dancing all the steps that were taught, opening the eyes of the passengers who were fast asleep in the A.C coach,pulling the blankets of the old passengers, wanting to go out of the compartment and hitting the passengers sitting near the door............ omg............ (andJi thought that my brother's words were true.They were so hyper because I had prayed to Lord Hanuman during my pregnancyJ) And me avoiding the irritated, angry, sympathetic, annoying looks of the co passengers. I could read their mind,”Who asked her to travel with these kinds of kids?" I was unable to handle them............and thought that i will never recommend two kids to anybody. I hoped for the day to travel alone, to read a book , enjoy music, sleep, and calmly enjoy the nature passing by.

Alas!!! The day came with my little Varsh all grown up, bidding good bye , assuring me with full confidence that she will take care of herself.I boarded the brightly painted double decker train with a book in my hand. Wow!  I got a separate window seat.It was very narrow, reminding me that I should go on GM diet next time;)

But as the train started moving, I was not able to read a single line from the book or close my eyes for a minute, enjoy the drizzle or the nature passing by. There was nobody to pull my duppatta, my hair, my glasses.All along I was only thinking of my little ones...............

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