Traveling in a ladies compartment by Sivaraju Subbalakshmi.

I took the train from Delhi to Bezwada, my hometown. It was a second class ladies compartment. All kinds of people were getting in and out of the compartment. Right away, watching them became my pastime. There was no conversation with anyone but for an occasional “move, please,” or “where to?” We were only four…… Continue reading Traveling in a ladies compartment by Sivaraju Subbalakshmi.