Before leaving, I sat in the canteen chatting with the students and drank four cups of coffee, which no doubt led to my eight hours of insomnia alone in my compartment. I had been to the Indian Institute of Technology in Kanpur to give a talk. Firstly, my compartment was empty: This new summer train had only just started running and nobody knew about it. In most cases I shared my compartment with talkative aunties, snoring men, and wailing infants.īut this night was different. When I was younger, I used to look at the names on the reservation chart stuck outside my train compartment to check out all the female passengers near my seat-F-17 to F-25 is what I'd look for most-yet it never happened. Yes, you see it in the movies, you hear about it from friends” friends, but it never happens to you. And second, it is not every day you sit in an empty compartment and a young, pretty girl walks in. Firstly, it gave me the idea for my book. THE NIGHT TRAIN FROM KANPUR TO DELHI Was the most memorable journey of my life. Now, please forget about the exercise, or that I doubted you, and enjoy the story. Okay, now forget about this exercise and enjoy the story. Right here, note down three things thatīe honest, and say something meaningful to you.ĭon't think too much about why I am asking you to do this. Before you begin this book, I have a small request.
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