It's not dark yet,
and I still read travelling on train,
a window seat, a night train, the light on,
and each page a vivid screen. The night on a train,
the best time and place to read;
of the sound of the friction
between the wheels and the track, the mind and the heart, the darkness of the passing night and
the warmth of the reading light within.
And all through the journey,
you are with me
whispering secrets which time restores
running on the track with the sound of a rumble.
Sushama Karnik.
“It is impossible to read in America, except on a train, because of the telephone. Everyone has a telephone, and it rings all day and most of the night.”
Bertrand Russell [1924]
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