Mango pickles in two different colours. And paranthas in two different shapes. I felt like grabbing both your tiffins and helping myself to the food. And nodding along with your conversation.
Thank you so much, Ritu. Do you know that reading your piece on Substack in 2022 inspired me to join the Ochre Sky Workshops! So this means a lot to me, to be read by you. 💘💖
Yes! It was a piece about your parents and the things that happened when you were a baby… I had never read anything like that and my mind felt opened out. 💙✨ I wanted to write like you and hence joined the workshop and my life has changed. So a big thank you.
"I readjusted myself the way women do when men walk into the room. Keeping my bagpack in front of me. Averting my gaze. Drawing an invisible boundary.." the way you casually slipped this in the middle of the essay!
Your writing always makes me want to read more of what you write. No grand stories, a simple snippet from an ordinary train journey made extraordinary because two individuals decided to talk. I could feel the rocking motion of the train chugging as you shared the pickle and paranthas. Thank you for writing this and I am lucky to be able to read such beautiful writing.
I caught something deadlier - the willingness to try a sport, and an openness to strangers :) loved this line. Took me back to my train rides, as a Mumbaikar, they are intricately weaved into your personality. My train friends, women who looked out for each other. I had a train group who attended my wedding reception :)
Can't wait to read these stories, Priya. I am a fan of the local trains and the friendships it facilitates, even if intimidated by the speed of it. So excited to write with you here, on substack. 💜
Loved this. Right from the cadence of the title to this sentence - "People who look interesting aren’t always interesting. Sometimes, a Geet arrives into our lives in dull clothes" - so well said and this resonates .
Yay! I want to be Geet over and over. I've even had that lonely and teaching and washing dishes phase.. 😅 Thank you for making this writing and sharing happen. 🧡🌼
A joy to read as always, I was there in the train compartment with you ❤️
Me too!
Thank you Priyanka and Sanobar ♥️✨ for reading it and for traveling with me..
I love this Raju. And, I love train travel.
Thank you, Tanya. I value your reading of my words. 💜🌼✨
Mango pickles in two different colours. And paranthas in two different shapes. I felt like grabbing both your tiffins and helping myself to the food. And nodding along with your conversation.
Thank you so much, Ritu. Do you know that reading your piece on Substack in 2022 inspired me to join the Ochre Sky Workshops! So this means a lot to me, to be read by you. 💘💖
Wow I didn't know. Thanks The feeling is mutual. I often read your posts and this one was particularly compelling.🙂
Yes! It was a piece about your parents and the things that happened when you were a baby… I had never read anything like that and my mind felt opened out. 💙✨ I wanted to write like you and hence joined the workshop and my life has changed. So a big thank you.
"I readjusted myself the way women do when men walk into the room. Keeping my bagpack in front of me. Averting my gaze. Drawing an invisible boundary.." the way you casually slipped this in the middle of the essay!
Oh!! Thank you for highlighting it 💜 I see it differently now..
It's funny how I saw the uncle exactly as you did through the story. <3 The way I laughed out loud at "must be a shopkeeper" :D
🙈 strange how the brain works! and glad to be proven wrong ❤️✨
Your writing always makes me want to read more of what you write. No grand stories, a simple snippet from an ordinary train journey made extraordinary because two individuals decided to talk. I could feel the rocking motion of the train chugging as you shared the pickle and paranthas. Thank you for writing this and I am lucky to be able to read such beautiful writing.
Thank you Aditi for your generous comments and your close reading. Deeply encouraging. 🧡🦋
Sorry, sport ...
What a lovely little story! What deport did you try? You have another story right there ...
Hi Sandhya, thank you for reading. I tried cycling and failed at it. 😅 But swimming might be worth trying now. 💜
I caught something deadlier - the willingness to try a sport, and an openness to strangers :) loved this line. Took me back to my train rides, as a Mumbaikar, they are intricately weaved into your personality. My train friends, women who looked out for each other. I had a train group who attended my wedding reception :)
Can't wait to read these stories, Priya. I am a fan of the local trains and the friendships it facilitates, even if intimidated by the speed of it. So excited to write with you here, on substack. 💜
Loved this. Right from the cadence of the title to this sentence - "People who look interesting aren’t always interesting. Sometimes, a Geet arrives into our lives in dull clothes" - so well said and this resonates .
Sonya! So delighted to be read by YOU!! You made my day that day when I saw your comment and today when I finally sat down to reply... 🧡✨
Joyful Reading 🌸🤍
Hi Neha, and thank you so much. 💜🌼
"Geet in full clothes" 💞🎯 bahot sundar. You are a Geet in bright clothes. Double treat
Yay! I want to be Geet over and over. I've even had that lonely and teaching and washing dishes phase.. 😅 Thank you for making this writing and sharing happen. 🧡🌼
Dull*
What a beautiful story! Sometimes the most unexpected of people turn out to be the ones who make a big/lasting impact on us.
Right there with you on having had some good conversation on trains (and buses and planes).
Hi and thank you, Erik! So good to imagine the multiple conversations. ✨💚
Beautiful!
Thank you, Wania. 💚
This was absolutely lovely!
Thank you Dipali, privilege to be read by you. 🧡🌼