Hyderabad to Solapur – Day Journey

I have travelled this route several times, but always during the night. When after months of pleading from my Mom I finally decided to do what she said (go to Solapur, and meet my grand parents who were eager to see me), I was not too excited. I bought a business magazine just before getting in, so that I did not feel bored.

 

But train travel always enchants me. The memories of my last outing with my family to Badami were still fresh in my mind…that was an awesome experience. The sights and scenes that I got to see will forever remain etched in my mind. This time, however, things were different. I was travelling alone in a compartment full of people. I had an upper birth reserved for me but managed to get a window seat :d.

 

The scenery outside was obviously more attractive than the one inside…so there I was looking out and trying to make sense of what I saw…fields of crops, fenced pieces of lands, factories, dirty lakes, streams and course, people, lots of them.

 

Where is the real nature? I asked myself. Perhaps I was asking for too much. Clouds had begin to appear by that time and I had some respite, I love the grey weather. The scene outside remained more or less the same – more and more fields. I must admit that they were all lush green, but somehow it did not seem alright. The real nature, my heart reminded me again. But almost as if someone had decided to fulfill my wish, a breathtaking scenery appeared. I saw what can only be described as nature at its best. Amidst the fenced farm lands, polluting factories and empty streams appeared a vast expanse of lush green uninhabited land consisting of natural greenery on small hills. Combined with the grey cloud cover and a slight drizzle, it presented an exhilarating example of nature’s ability to amaze you with the simplest of things. WOW! I said as my minds tried to take in as much as it could of the natural beauty. And then I realised that I did not have camera. I cursed myself for a moment, but soon realised that these pictures were permanently stored in my memory. So I did the next best thing. I took out the pen from my hand bag and began to write on one of the pages of the magazine I was carrying.

 

By the time I was finished penning down my thoughts, however, the train had travelled. Signs of civilisation began to appear all over the place and I felt lonely, again. I tried to look at the positive side and said to myself, if it were not for that brief moment of ecstasy sponsored by nature, it could have been worse! I kept imagining being in that place again and again…