A man is seated across the carriage from me, on
The blue linoleum bench, filling out an old-style
Ledger. In his briefcase he carries a change of clothes,
His accountancy books, chewing tobacco and a
Mobile phone. Nimbly, for someone in his fifties,
He hops up to the top tier bunk, also of blue
Linoleum, where he will sleep through the night.
As I would like to do, only I have to get off the
Train at 11.30, only two hours into its night, after
A whole day spent crossing Himalayas in the
Most terrifying jeep journey of my brief life.
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