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In order to reach the white city of Udaipur, I have to jump on a blue train, number 12993, Bandra-udaipur Express. Arrived in the twilight of the car number 6, I am unloading my stuff seat 43. Tonight i will sleep with 41,42, 44 and 45.
Introducing 41 and 42, married since ever, they are traveling to Manali, a small town on the north of india in order to visit their grand children. 44 and 45 are for themselves recently married, just one year, they are going to Udaipur in order to pay homage to a close parent, gone for a new life.
But in the car number 6 there are also those kids, seats 55, 56 and 57, they are playing games, laughing and exchanging some songs. Seat 31 there is this lady, sometimes drowsy, sometimes lost, gazing at the landscape passing before her eyes.
Between all those occupied seat, funny cooks sneak into the narrow corridors of the blue train. " Chai! Chai ! Massala Chai !". Fried noodles, sandwiches, tea are on the menu today, if you are not picky on hygiene and you are ready for a hazardous culinary adventure, they are here to serve you almost every 30 minutes and this until the end of the journey.
Hopefully, karma is acting good and Amit of the seat 44 is inviting us to eat with him, Curry and dal that is wife cooked, served on a news paper. I guess the ink of that journal add some spice to food.
With the hectic moment past in the train, it feels good to put a head outside the open doors of the moving train in order to enjoy the last ray of sun, gazed at the landscapes that india is offering and feel kind of free.
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