Today on the train home I almost missed my stop. I was in India, following the tale of Shantaram, starting to understand all the clues he'd left in the first 600 pages or so. I was so involved that the people crushing me, the station announcements and any normal discomfort I might feel on my way home during rush hour vanished. Completely and utterly gone. I was so desperate to get back to India that I was tempted to try to read while maneuvering myself up the escalator and down the stairs to my next train platform where, part of me hoped the train would be there immediately so I get home quicker, and part of me hoped it wouldn't be so I could spend some more time with Linbaba and see how the tale ends...
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Tonight is the first night of this year where snow is falling quietly as the city goes to rest. I took some photos this evening of the snow outside and many times, if you just look at that patch of sky, you'd think you were looking up at a clear sky, out in the country, staring at the millions of stars shinning down on us each night. It is amazing how snow can silence the hustle, stress, worry, pain and angst of a city. It is incredible how it has the power to turn a place filled with those who want to stay anonymous and not connect with their fellow Londoner in any real way, to a place where neighbors finally meet after years of living next door. Where commuters can actually share smiles and a laugh as the train driver puts on their jolly voice and tells a joke.