25/3/08 train towards Rishikesh (*)
I met on the train from Delhi to Pathankot an Indian man. He was about 50 years old, wearing most modern cloths, colourful, on the bright side of the palette. He was full of happiness, it was impossible not to see it.
After a short small talk about the train time-table, he said to me with joyful face:
I am taking my parents with me to travel around India. He posed shortly, than he added:
I am taking the two gars everywhere I go.
I spread their ashes into the Ganga river in Varanasi, at Delhi’s wide river, now I am on my way to Rishikesh, I will spread their dust around the Holy Temples and at the Ganga river.
I will be travelling with them all over India. They have never left their hometown, so I take them to travel around India, in all the places they wanted to see but they never did.
He looked at me with a big happy smile and went on to his cabin.
(*) it’s not going back in time, I have got some notes in my rucksack….