Queer Travel with Strangers!

With a great content that Delhi has given me regarding the Queer lifestyle scenario and metropolitan mindsets in the capital city, I left Delhi with a lot of cherishing experiences. It was quite enchanting and euphoric. Delhi has given me an encouragement to write something important about queer lifestyle. It boosted me to work some more to tell the untold stories of the world and reveal the hidden truths and struggles of many people in India.

After a lot of waiting in so called air conditioned waiting halls where people were jam-packed because of summers in Delhi, I have courted my train with the help of a Coolie who carried my 45 kilos of luggage and safely dropped me till my berth. It was Duronto Superfast Express from Hazrat Nizamuddin to Secunderabad Railway station. My berth was Side upper one in a three tier compartment. I have settled all the luggage and carried all my requirements to my berth. Well, I still don't understand why people court trains to just sleep. I got fed up with my co-passenger, hence I took my headphones and Elif Shafak's The Forty Rules of Love with me. The best thing in Duronto train was, the food would be provided which was included in the fare. But also the annoying thing was they were too particular in delivering the food specifically in eating timings. I was habituated of flexible, lifestyle and hence I found it weird.

The departure time was 3.30 and it was 5 when they delivered my snacks and coffee. I paused reading my book and indulged myself in preparing my own coffee on my berth instantly. Accidentally, I looked at the guy who has seated diagonally to me in the lower berth of next cabin. I could see him from my berth clearly. He was a Punjabi Sardar and gave me a look while he was dipping a tea bag in a cup of milk. Coincidentally, I also saw him and just gave a smile. He also smiled back. I love Punjabi guys. I have huge respect for them too. I thought he was cool, but he ended up like a typical desperate human.