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Chapter 10
North
Bengal
Late at night, I got locked into the train’s toilet. It was a
rare moment of human emptiness.
The train’s clanking groans muffled my cries for help. I began to panic
and imagine the worst. The steamy stench of urine and encrusted dry
shit made me want to vomit. My knuckles were bruised and infected. I
began to breathe deeply and wait for deliverance at the next unknown
station. It came as a surprised Indian opened the door to relieve himself.
He lifted the rusty bolt from the outside and we looked at each
other in an exhausted and dirty sort of way. This was IT too. My first
IT experience in India.
93 pages into the journey