we had guests come over and they brought their kids too. There were twins, one girl nd the other was a boy. Besides them there was another boy and the other was also a girl.
While the adults were talking we kids were playing. They wanted to know more about me and I told them a lot about me, including the fact I'm Kashmiri. They were really excited when they found out I was Kashmiri. Apparently in their family Kashmiris are seen as terrorists(which is wrong) but they don't agree with it. They learned all about Kashmiri culture and even learnt the language! so we all decided to chat in Kashmiri.
we roamed around the village
then we had the genius idea of walking ON the train track next to my house.
there was a train station nearby and we walked to it on the track. Then we heard a sound of a train and looked behind. THERE WAS A FUCKING TRAINING HEADING TOWARDS US.
I legit jumped off the track and the other 4 ran off the track.
you'd expect it to be traumatizing. But we actually enjoyed and laughed it off. We were a little scared. But guess what, we got back on the fucking track and walked back home ON the track.
later we joked about writing stories and making movies about it. We called it "The train of Death". I came up with the name btw. Then we discussed witchcraft and we've planned to meet up at 3am the next time they come and perform a ritual(this is just a joke)
and then we played atlas and decided to walk in the middle of the road together and played ding-dong-ditch a few times and ran back home. I really felt safe with them but now I'm alone in this terrible fucking place I'm supposed to call 'home'
