Inspiration in transport (2)

Another inspiration from a vagabond in the local. This is for all the crazy people who honour me by being my friends. Love you guys, especially my editor, Carol! Thanks for being tough on me!!!! Muaahh

The clattering train carries her and her dreams afar.
Sitting on the floor, near the open door, her tousled hair flies
with the whistling wind. The train moves in a rhythmic motion, metal
against metal, dreams on wheels. She dreams.

She dreams of the bright lights of the carnival.The mithai wallahs call her and the stalls tempt her with prizes.

Her mind is full of colour.

She clings to her tattered chunni as the train rolls in, watching the tents being pitched.

The delight in her heart rises as she hops off, running to join her friends. The evening has begun...
They gather around couples with children, enticing the little hearts with bright spheres, hoping for a kulfi later
She watches them with a smile, then joins the happy crowd.
Her world, her happiness, her home.