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The rhythmic movement of the train, the constant hum of conversations, the occasional cries of babies, fill the compartment. A father walks up and down the aisle, gently rocking his crying child, trying to calm him. It all feels familiar, yet different.Sitting in the Rajdhani Express to Goa with my parents, I find myself lost in a stream of memories. There’s something special about train journeys. They aren’t just about getting from one place to another; they carry stori...
