walked back to his carriage with a smile. Seeing the two young men he stopped. He was tall and bony. He wore a long white shirt over a dhoti. ‘Would you like some chai?’ he asked, his old eyes lit up with hope of somebody to talk to on the long journey still to go. ‘Come along to my compartment.’ ‘We need to fetch our things,’ said the ever-cautious Pradeep. ‘Be quick before the train starts again,’
