Caprice

you held a wild-flower in your finger-tips,
idly you pressed it to indifferent lips,
idly you tore its crimson leaves apart...
alas! it was my heart.

you held a wine-cup in your finger-tips,
lightly you raised it to indifferent lips,
lightly you drank and flung away the bowl...
alas! it was my soul. 

                                                                -sarojini naidu.

borrowed from Beyond the last blue mountains

Learning never stops....

Side-berths are the best places in Indian Railway compartments. They are comfortable, private in some sense and are cool in some way. I was as usual staring at the endless sunlit greenlands inhabited by noone.
The long water pipelines, perhaps were the only signature for human dwellings nearby.
I was a witness to two incidents, which symbolized to me pursuit for knowledge and of survival.