Portobello Road, Pi and Freud

Woke up with irritating tiny trickles of rain on window panes which changed into thick bashing as I sat in my train towards Wimbledon. Persistent attacks from clouds rattled against my train's windows while I was lost in Pi's world.

It was Freud again in class with some more fascinating theories. Am I conscious or am I floating in a reservoir of subconscious feelings, memories and urges??

After the class and some idling on net, I decided to go to Portobello Road instead of going home. A quick glance at the google map and a 10 minutes walk took me there.

No rains, pleasant weather- a little dull but redeemed by lovely smell of freshly washed leaves.

I did not know that there was the world's largest antiques market on Portobello Road(though its only on saturdays). I liked what I saw a lot. A narrow, winding lane with stalls selling antique tidbits, jewelery, kraft and books etc. The weather was perfect to roam through the charming thoroughfare.

I will be here again and again... specially when it rains.

I felt as if i was walking through The Mall road of a north Indian hill station. Shimla?

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