I'm a seasoned traveller, now. I've my own way of making an overnight journey pleasing. A book always comes in handy. More so, fellow ramblers and their funny ways. Occupants on each berth can be identified with some loony toons character.
Beware of the wrinkled septuagenarian who ceases to stop gawking at your spiked hair and guns n roses T-shirt... or the behenji sitting by the window, carelessly caressing the skin above her upper lip, checking for a possible moustache...or that uncle on the upper berth sleeping like a log in the same position, for so long that gives you the creeps!!!
Train sojourns are special. Savour and delight in diverse human characters.
Yeah, right.
'All world's a play', gets my nod.
Something more.
Get a taste of the verity of Indian landscapes. The fields and hills are a sight to relish. I lose my virginity to nature as I stand by the door in a train moving at 100 kmph with breathtaking views as treat to the eyes...for 500 bucks, and 1800 kilometres, it sure is a pukka paisaa vasool.
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