It was an early August evening and raining when I rode a train. ‘Nothing special about riding a train in August’, you all must be thinking. Except that I was young and sitting on the front grill of the locomotive, my legs dangling two feet over the track. The rain drops pelting my face were cold but the chill was balanced by the warm glow of the locomotive’s heat spreading across my back. You have to be a lover of both the trains and rains to guess the height of my ecstasy. It was an undreamt dream coming true.

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