The experience
Tucked out of the train's door, he got up and checked his name. Eleven seats of the three AC seats. At first I ran the trolley bag under the seat. Then we sat down and looked at the fellow passengers around. An elderly husband is in front of me. A young girl in front of her window. This husband is not the woman's daughter. A young man near me and a young man near the window, beside me. These last two Bengalis may not have been.