FIRST PRIZE - UK
By Monisha Rajesh, from 80Trains.com
In which Ms Fogg and Passepartout make some new friends
Travelling great distances on Indian trains is like sitting in one long, cosy living room. Blanket-wrapped ladies feed kids from tiffin carriers, gossip passes between overhead berths and cross-legged I.T graduates play rummy on briefcases. Mobiles charge, laptops shriek bootleg copies of Three Idiots, and nappers snore behind curtained compartments, oblivious to the clamour. It’s a friendly confusion in which you can blend, or quietly observe.
However, after super-fast Shatabdis, comedy toy trains and the regal splendour of the Deccan Odyssey, only a clattering passenger train can take us from Trichy to Tanjavur – akin to jumping on the central line during summer rush-hour. But unlike the tight-lipped nods and snap of the Evening Standard, a fellow passenger will stretch out a gnarled hand to drop tiny bananas into your lap with a long blink and gentle head movement to the right, which means “that’s ok, you don’t need to give me anything”...
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