A Journey of Generations on Indian Railways
As I sit by the window of this old Indian train, memories rush in like the stations we pass by. It's not just the rhythmic clatter of wheels on tracks that fills this compartment, but also the echoes of my own childhood, the excitement of journeys past. I remember when I was a child, eagerly peering out of the window, my face pressed against the glass, wide-eyed with wonder at the changing landscapes. The sway of the train was a lullaby, soothing me into dreams of distant destinations and adventures waiting to unfold. And now, here I am, a father, with my own son beside me, his eyes reflecting the same excitement and curiosity that once sparkled in mine. I see myself in him, the same eagerness to explore, to discover the magic of this vast and diverse country through the windows of a train. We pass by fields painted with shades of green, dotted with farmers toiling under the sun. The train weaves through bustling towns and sleepy villages...