What made a clear threshold for it, is this very tiny, (I am still looking for a rightly proportioned word for it) railway station. It does not have any of the banal, active and normally expected thoroughfare around it. Not even any sense of a rush affair. It passes wide and above the essentials of keeping up with the pace. No haste to any calling. It just exists in a slumber.
Moving ahead, you are engulfed into a green tunnel of a entwined dry and dense leafy cover encasing a roadway like an Alice's Wonderland. Almost making it feel like a hole into the wilderness. Like an invader from yester days, you plunge into this jungle. One can see just as far and long, and then, thump! Gets back to feeling like a lone explorer or a traveler on their own, trying to get somewhere ahead.
A friend and I are travelling in this rickety auto-rickshaw with a classic old bollywood song playing in the backdrop. Air gushing in from sides and making us feel more like a part of a heroic friendship saga in a village. In the honor of our travel story and for her expected excitement for the love-filled mention - my friend and my name have six common letters and they rhyme, to an extent that people usually call me by her name if they don't get it correct before being told again.
And moving on, we take a glance of the silver lining to our countryside-like view -