A Word on Trains

Yes, I realise this seems to be a recurring theme, and not a very sexy one at that. But after spending 43 hours on a train from Goa to Delhi, I feel entitled to say a few words about it. Because, you see, there are two ways to ride a train. Well, only one because even here I have yet to see someone clinging to the roof. But I talk of the mental state. One can either see a train ride as a way to get from A to B, or one can see it as part of the journey. If the former is what you choose, then 43 hours can stretch out to be an incredibly long time. But in the latter case, everything, from the woman selling grapes at the station to the bullocks chasing the train, and not to forget the spectacular sunsets are worth remembering. And you can almost feel sorry when the train pulls in at the final station.