My daughter and I hopped off with the lighter bits of luggage, leaving my husband inside the bogey to deal with the heavier suitcases.
My husband’s annoyed, right now, by my constant photographing, but he’s trying to let it slide. After all, if he doesn’t support my content creation then I won’t support his! Give and take. Or maybe he just loves me.
An uncle of mine read the last story and suggested I get a picture of the coolie actually carrying the luggage. Here it is.
The staircase the coolie climbed up with these bags! It was too crowded and it left me too winded to do anything but hold on to my handbag and my daughter’s hand, but I managed to get this picture at the top of the stairs.
Each platform connects to this foot overbridge so as the trains arrive, there’s a rush of people who enter the foot overbridge. The crowd is nothing compared to my childhood, though.
We’re waiting for an Ola(Indian Uber). It takes a while for the app to load up and find us a taxi. In the meantime, a taxi guy asks us for ₹1100 for the trip to where we…