Trains, planes and health and safety legislation.

I'm standing in the doorway of the blue train hurtling from Kannur to Kochi. The wind rushing from the open space pulls my hair in a stream from my face. I watch Southern India rush by. The sparkling river running beneath the open bridge. Just audible are the claps of women slapping saris on stone. They stand in the shade of mud brick homes that line the tracks. A bull dips it's head and sniffs the white down f its neighbouring goose. Children line the tracks, ready to cross with over sized bicycles. A lady in glinting yellow wanders the solitary line of the one way track.
Villagers wave to the white girl leaning from the second sleeper class coach.
Freedom requires chaos; requires the absence of infrastructure and legislation that would disallow my leaning out the speeding train. Legislation forbids the giddy thrill of boisterous winds ripping through my hair. Injury is my responsibility alone. Requirements for self protection of well being brings the rush of life closer to the pores. Watching the wooden slats blur below I contemplate how one tiny slip could bring my death - and I have never felt so alive.