the sleeper compartment

My roommate from Bolivian, here in Germany just called me the “sleeper girl” because I am this late riser and big on afternoon siestas person.. but when she said the word ‘sleeper’ it reminded me of the Indian Railway sleepers.. and how I miss it ! how at every train station some random person would enter and wake you up to sell their stuff…from sweets, agra ka petha to nuts and nail cutters to kids dressed up as gods doing cartwheels. This one particular time on my way to Nagaland a total random person entered. He was carrying his mike and small speakers. He sang songs for hours. He was not there to make money. He was probably living his dreams. Singing and making people happy along the way. Priceless.