Carefully listening to every announcement. Clapping when our bogey pulled in. “Helping” Papa heft big suitcases. The hoot and shudder of the engine. The song of the tracks. The lull of the rhythm.
The wind in our hair. Oh, the wind in our hair.
It occurred to us at Paper Boat that we’ve never had the opportunity to say thank you to the unsung heroes who first stirred the ache of wanderlust in us. In a first homage of its kind, we at Paper Boat are celebrating that great carrier of our fondest memories: the Indian Railways.
Come, join our train-ride as we thank TTE uncle, and engine driver sir, and pantry bhaiyya, and station master-ji — and of course, the long ribbon of blue, red, or green that huffed and puffed us to unforgettable summers in the far, far reaches of our country, and our imaginations.
Here’s saluting the greatest, oldest, and most majestic institution to teach us that the thrill of travel is in the journey itself.
Enjoy this journey, one more time:
