A Passenger of Time
The nature of time—and how we perceive it—often depends on the space we find ourselves in.
Is it now?
Is it then?
Somewhere in between?
A spark of light in a darkened room.
The latent quiescence of a moment.
That tingling sense that you’ve been here before…
That somehow, you’ve returned.
As a passenger.
Chapter 7 - Aayega
The journey by rail to Madras begins.
And it's all about time...
I slowly turned my attention to the open window. The wind brought unfamiliar smells, and the nightscape shifted into nuance. Stars slowly emerged, heralding the future light of the sun as it reflected off the rising moon."
The nocturnal regent hung in victorious suspension, drifting through brilliant white clouds which slowly danced around it in a fascinating display of arrival.
The next two hours floated in time–both seemingly endless, yet vanishing in a fleeting moment of intense sensation–before gravity pulled the carriages down the track in a reluctant yet oddly decisive halt at the destination I never seemed to fully reach.
Agra.