Enthralling Trails

“Today I bent the truth to be kind, and I have no regret, for I am far surer of what is kind than I am of what is true.”   ―   Robert Brault The train zoomed past Vikarabad near Hyderabad . It was a perfect afternoon, sunny and clear. It was a Monday, I felt the crowd in the bogie would be less, but I found there were just a few vacant seats for the travellers from Gulbarga . The Railway station at Begumpet in Hyderabad had borne a deserted look initially. There was an unknown fear amongst people, perhaps it was the advent of  Swine Flu. People feared coughing and looked aside in their blue, green, and white  masks as a preventive measure against Swine Flu. I held a perfect health for the past two years due to the stringent routine, but a sprain in my leg led to a sedentary life making me vulnerable to diseases very soon. It led to a slack in the habit resulting in a low immunity leading to a bad cold as soon as I boarded the train at Pune. However, the journey to Hyderabad wa