I still remember as a child, opening the window of the train, my hair blowing in the wind… as the trees, the hills and the paddy fields, whooshed by me. Well, wasn’t that an era! School life brings back memories of train travel with parents, uncles, aunts and cousins in AC compartments, where we, the younger one’s would fight for our turn to sit next to the window. Nose pressed against the glass, writing our names in frost with fingers…and the best part, food! The opening of parathas and mango pickle from foils, the aroma of chicken fries and the inimitable hawkers, who would sell delicious sweets, samosas & piping hot tea, in an unforgettable sing-song tune.

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