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Trains of thought

I find the sounds of moving trains soothing. A journey exciting. Of many different people and many different ideas and many different reasons. Moving through the platforms. Moving, walking, running. No luggage. No baggage. Some baggage. Heavy baggage. Take a train. Take the wrong one. Go to new places. Once in a while go back to an old place. Write memoirs. Write books. Travel. Watch people. Watch them play music.

Easter Bunnies

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Easter weekend was long. The longest you can get, like in Christmas... 4 days.... We weren't sure if we could go to Isle of Wight, everyone said the weather was going to terrible. But we went anyway. We wanted to leave London by 7.30am but obviously we were ambitious. We reached Portsmouth, dumped our luggage and were super excited about taking a hover craft to Isle of Wight by 1pm. The hover craft was such a disappointment. It didn't look like it was hovering. Even if it was you can't see it. And from in it you can't see anything at all. So we reached Ryde Harbour and we grabbed some lunch while decided what other things we could see. Alum beach was one and Needles the other, both of them on a shore across the island from where we were. We found out that it would take way too long to get them and by the time everything would be shut. So there is no point. So we took an open bus and roamed about the island for a bit and got off literally in the middle of no

The story retold - Kahaani

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The plot is discussed in detail, the way I saw it. So SPOILER ALERT ! But I guess most of you have already seen it.. *** It all starts with a crying baby in the arms of a woman in the packed Calcutta Metro. A police officer is looking around for a bag, or anything suspicious. Now who would suspect a woman with a baby? And that too the baby's milk bottle? The bottle breaks, a poisonous gas is realised and everyone exposed to it dies. Fast forward two years, here comes Vidya Bagchi, a heavily pregnant women to the dirty yet beautiful and thoroughly romanticised city of joy. The police officer, Rana, is more than happy to help her, carry her bags, etc. Now, I must admit that Calcuttans are helpful people, but police? I've never met one but in movies they are always portrayed as annoying people. But then again she is pregnant, and people are always willing to help her, aren't they? It seems like an intelligent point. But as the story progressing you come to believe it