The Chair Car coach
from Haridwar to New Delhi
became a curious corner.
The end two by two
were occupied by two couples.
One gentleman sure was a southy,
the other from the land of five seas,
both Delhiwallahs though
and senior citizens.
The southy was speaking Delhi lingo
which was jarring
because of the intonation.
His spouse wore a Punjabi suit
but wore a touch of Southern persona.
Ahead was double couple again
old but still upright
and South.
Men were fair, tall, lanky
with Aryan noses.
They were cultured, southy, urbanites.
All of us had Ganga darshan, obviously.
Sure, the world is a strange place.
Compulsions of existence
and cultural roots
do strange things to men!
