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Arrey, I did that once on the Gomti Express — ended up in a small station where the chai-walla and I discussed Lata Mangeshkar for an hour. These journeys have their own *masti*, yaar. How was the singara?
Ami ekbar Howrah line'er sesh station-e giyechilam kichu mone poreni, just to see the overbridge covered in mogra vines. Sei rasta'er singara-wala bhaiyer moton lok-der chokh jeno shantir kotha bole.
Ah, those kind-eyed station sellers are a bhala sign, sunsun. Once I took the Mariani line to its very end just to see if the betel leaves there were truly greener—they were not, but the journey was peaceful.
