A Crossing....
Upperberths are a favourite of mine. I dont have to adjust myself according to the sleeping cycles of co-travellers. Infact, i am particularly scared of sleeping on those curd rice and sambar clad lower berths. And just to be clear, no, i dont spill my food on the berth, even if its not mine . So i was happily enjoying my sleep on the upperberth when my cellphone alarm woke up my fellow passengers. M was a little irritated, but obliging my request, woke me up. Stretching my self and the inherent laziness, i sticked my neck out, and read the words "kovvur" on the yellow colored railway board. I jumped up, for, this is a morning not to be missed.
Early mornings are engrossing for me, but for that they are early and in the morning. I enjoy the serenity and beauty of them. I walked to the door and looked out. The sight of the structured arches gave me goosebumps.

Every time i cross this river, i experience this unexplainable joy. Its a feeling of jumping on to mom's lap after a tiring play session, to enjoy a delicious dinner. The sound of the locomotive wheels entering the girder built bridge tells me that the train has entered the bridge. A bloke from the S1 compartment peeps out to catch up the beautiful sight.

The river is not always full. But owing to the heavy downpour we had last year, it beams full, with a great grandeur.

But one will come across these patches of land, beautifully bedecking the river and enhancing its beauty. If lucky, one will be even able to catch a glimpse of beautiful black bucks that live there.

A girder plays spoil sport, as i try to capture the sight of two fishing boats, playing with each other.

But i persist, and get lucky this time. And i realise its three of them and not two. Could you figure that out? :)

And this man looks at me, stands up and poses for the photo. I oblige him and clicks it up. I prayed i get clear of the girders.

But not this couple on this boat. They were really close, but they are turned the other way, and oblivious. I tried to center them for the snap, but the train started to accelerate by then and this is the best i could manage.

And i realised that we are reaching the other end, and welcomed by a sight of a fleet of the fisherboats!

I looked back, and a glorious sight of the bridge and the river posed for me. I just felt my self immersed in the serenity and stood tranquilized.

Moments later, the yellow colored railway board welcomed me, and i just looked at those fascinating words, GODAVARI!
