On a train from Bangalore to Pune I find myself in an compartment with three men constantly on the phone as if bounded by duty, hmming and occassionally smiling slightly BUT NEVER saying anything . They talk for more than an hour..if I can use the word talk at all.
They are all talking to women ..I can hear the giggles and the enthusiastic narrating of stories.
In other news, man oppossite me, old, wobbly, beaten and yet not well over 50 or anything brags about having shot tigers in Thane when it was still a forest and says that he shot a python in the head and saved its fat because it heals wounds.
Random.
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Oh Pune. I love Pune. Meanwhile, Have a good trip :) More random notes please!
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