Wonderful vignette, Tania. I love my long train journeys, and have travelled quite a bit between Delhi and Bangalore recently. One truly disconcerting image from the journeys though is waking up in the middle of the night and seeing everyone on their berths lying motionless and shrouded in white, like a bogey carrying corpses. Gives me the creeps. I like everything else though, and a lower side-berth makes it all the sweeter (miss the little desk on the other side, however). Like you, I've also been blessed by mostly kind strangers who overstep their boundaries all the time haha, but I love listening to stories so it works great for me. I agree, trains are a wonderful place to observe the human condition.
Wonderful vignette, Tania. I love my long train journeys, and have travelled quite a bit between Delhi and Bangalore recently. One truly disconcerting image from the journeys though is waking up in the middle of the night and seeing everyone on their berths lying motionless and shrouded in white, like a bogey carrying corpses. Gives me the creeps. I like everything else though, and a lower side-berth makes it all the sweeter (miss the little desk on the other side, however). Like you, I've also been blessed by mostly kind strangers who overstep their boundaries all the time haha, but I love listening to stories so it works great for me. I agree, trains are a wonderful place to observe the human condition.
There seems to be no proper reply to a conversation colliding at “what’s written is written”
Just nods
It is an effective, respectful conversation ender :)