Ra, the Egyptian sun God

Part one
The absolute smugness of taking an overnight train ride. Looking out a window that whistles its way out of a city, out what you called home.
Through nameless, numberless hamlets, children standing close to the railway tracks, staring on.
One instant your eyes meet.You are a part of an anonymous, slightly yellow eyed, green frocked, pony tailed life for one microscopic moment.
Green fields, black soil, palm trees, farmers in their spotless white in an intriguing chat, as the sun quietly slips down in a glorious crimson last bow. Tomorrow is another day.
Crowded city with a lust for everything. Life. Money. People. Lights. Food.
You arrive. Something on cartoon network is playing in your mind. Yeah, sheep in the big city. Smiling inwardly, you walk through a muggy night in Mumbai.
Between bites of vada paav and memorising the local train schedule, the sun decides to set again, the pretty blue ocean creating a sand pattern on your soles.
A woman behind you screams an obscenity in Marathi.
Life may not always play fair. But atleast it has got a helluva good sense of humour.

Ra, part two
And so you have it finally. The sea. The sun has set in front of my eyes, down an indigo skyline with the sea wafting a tune that my skin finds familiar.
All that is left is the hint of splashes of pink crimson on a dark background.
Walking down a path of saltiness touching fine sand, looking back at footprints that get washed away. Leaving behind but a memory.
Like the smell of a familiar perfume that catches you unawares one busy day, making you smile.
Children play. People mill. Some jog. Some stare.
A few distant stars peep down.
As you then walk down this line, are you getting one step closer to home? Will you reach the distant orange lights you eye?
Or will the final climax come just like this one day. Catching you unawares, when your eyes are moist.
Will you continue to tread all over the west coast looking for that one singular moment, missing it by but a few baby steps?
Or as you pick pieces of yourself, also look for nails for your coffin?