Grandma used trains for meals.
Morning shuttle (from?) : breakfast.
Express (from Madras?) : lunch.
Night shuttle (from?) : dinner.
Not for morning coffee, porridge at 11,
Evening tea or snacks from tins anytime.
The same trains might be there.
Grandma's gone. Me too (nearly).
In ‘2034’, the sequel to George Orwell’s ‘1984’, we find Big Brother depressed. Everyone seems to be doing only wrong stuff. Everyone’s watching p#rn, talking of b#mbs, planning *n*rchy. Big B is going crazy. Meanwhile, Big Corporation is lobbying for a law which makes corrupt data illegal. People are strapping Fitbit on their pets or in-laws, they claim. AI behaves like NI, totally bewildered, absolutely useless. It is not right to make the artificial natural, Big C protests. And yes, Pegasus is p&gged.
In a godforsaken railway station,
In a state deprived of its demon,
I found beautiful writing:
I miss you.
