Easily one of my favourite pass times. A sleeper class journey gazing out of the window, feeling the wind hit the face, ears absorb the thundering rhythm, while the eyes take in visuals, the nose smells the dieseled smoke and the mind furiously calculates the speed counting the time elapsed between poles. And ofcourse the counting of the compartments.. I will never age when it comes to trains.....
Picture credit: Sruti Meher Nori
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