Iam looking outside the glass window of my office...could see a pleasant evening.not too cold. pregnant clouds waiting to deliver rain babies...kids out from school..three guys standing in front of a new building construction and were seriously discussing something....work inside the factory is in full-swing...evrybody busy with their work..even i have more thn enough tasks to complete before i leave, but my mind is full of peace, how can i describe the state. its more relaxed. lazy.its in a kind of a secured comfort..doesnt want to think further on anything..kind of a careless state...may be partly because of the broken (incomplete) conversation we had in the afternoon..would wish to go out. search for a lonely tea shop.wills and a tea.just stare outside, may be by mind is so tired of thinking too much inside. it often needs a break. it shows sometimes.i can really could feel a kind of a change going within. otherwise i wonder how i managed to travel the whole night in the fully crowded un-reserved compartment of the train. i slept very less not because i was not sleepy, but because the compartment was so very crowded, i couldnt stretch my legs once. i became a silent spectator...there were many things to observe, hear, listen and to make a note in my mind. thats partly because there were few people who had similar problem like mine, no space. the discussions going on between the two men who were sitting in front of me reminded "vayalum Vazhvum". both were farmers in executive apparel. they discussed almost everything...about the kind of fertilizer to be used for rice, how they manage labour problem for cutting their sugarcane farm, how they dealt with various sugar mills in and around their place, how profitable is sunflower farming,.....the man who sat in from of me often looked at me whenever he made a great statement or a joke kind of a thing. the in-expressive face of mine didnot seem to hurt him....At trichy, people boarded the train in plenty, it so happened that a group of men and children took their spaces near my seat. they were returning from sabarimala and are on their way home. a father and his small kid (whom he called "kutti sami") took their position near my legs. he ate, he made his kid eat after struggle, took out snacks out of his bag, shared it with everyone, joined the farmers discussion, commented on the sugarcane trucks waiting outside the sugar mill, made his kid sleep on his lap, after more than one hour he was able to vacate some space near my legs at the cost of my comfort and slept. I wonder huv they were able to do this. sleep in the available space. sleep peacefully in discomfort. i keep wondering as my journey continued...