I love the strong tea. It doesn't taste that good when you get in the Indian train. I still buy it and drink. It is the pleasure of holding the paper cup and feeling the warmth of it. It is the sweetness of feeling the cup between your lips. It is the delightfulness of the soft breeze and the sound of the moving train. And top of everything, a good book in your hand of accompany you. I went to Kerala to attend one of the weddings last week. Since the journey started at 15:30 hours, I had a great amount of time in the evening. Though, we spent most of the time on chit-chatting, I still managed to get sometime to read the book. I had "The Devil and Miss Prym" by Paulo Coelho and "The Story of My Experiments with Truth" by Mahatma Gandhi. I chose Gandhi's book as it was one of the long pending books that I wanted to read. [to be edited] Kovil Pillai P.
Beyond your imagination