A bona fide fujoshi, I returned home from my week long trip to Delhi this morning at around 11 am. Within an hour, I had unpacked, bathed and was sitting on the the laptop to get a much needed dose of some yaoi love!
Without any internet access this past week, the fujoshi in me was screaming furiously for some action. However, that craving was mollified on the journey back. I would like to report with much joy that the two men in my train compartment were probably gay. For anyone who doesn't know, the AC-2 compartment looks like this: (Trust me, its far more comfortable than it looks)
They appeared to be in their early thirties, though one was clearly a little older than the other and they looked nothing alike. Both sat on one of the upper seats the whole time, chatting away in low voices about nothing in particular and only separated for a few hours for the night (on a 17 hour journey). Two grown men sitting on the same upper berth is an oddity. The social norm on the Indian Railways is (for people) to sit on the lower berths during the day (even if the upper berth is the one assigned to you).
Between the two of them, they were sharing one bag and their meals. Finally, as far as I could see during my surreptitious observations, they seemed very comfortable and familiar with one another.
This may be an effect of the withdrawal-- it could be that they were long time friends. BUT I'd like to hope that I've at least learned to think of things that would not strike most people. Even if such thoughts would not and should not apply to most situations. Anywho, the two men on the train set the bells ringing in this woman's head. Kyaa! >_< So happy!
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Current Mood: Relieved. Glad to be home.
Without any internet access this past week, the fujoshi in me was screaming furiously for some action. However, that craving was mollified on the journey back. I would like to report with much joy that the two men in my train compartment were probably gay. For anyone who doesn't know, the AC-2 compartment looks like this: (Trust me, its far more comfortable than it looks)
They appeared to be in their early thirties, though one was clearly a little older than the other and they looked nothing alike. Both sat on one of the upper seats the whole time, chatting away in low voices about nothing in particular and only separated for a few hours for the night (on a 17 hour journey). Two grown men sitting on the same upper berth is an oddity. The social norm on the Indian Railways is (for people) to sit on the lower berths during the day (even if the upper berth is the one assigned to you).Between the two of them, they were sharing one bag and their meals. Finally, as far as I could see during my surreptitious observations, they seemed very comfortable and familiar with one another.
This may be an effect of the withdrawal-- it could be that they were long time friends. BUT I'd like to hope that I've at least learned to think of things that would not strike most people. Even if such thoughts would not and should not apply to most situations. Anywho, the two men on the train set the bells ringing in this woman's head. Kyaa! >_< So happy!
--x--
Current Mood: Relieved. Glad to be home.
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