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Through the Mist: A Journey Beyond Time

Through the Mist: A Journey Beyond Time

The night was still, wrapped in a cloak of silence, as we arrived at Mettupalayam station. My brother Shank, my cousins Satyan and Hrishi, and I carried the sort of youthful resilience that makes scarcity seem like an adventure. The Nilgiri Mountain Railway train stood quietly on the tracks, a dormant steel creature awaiting dawn. We were the only souls on the platform, the echoes of our footsteps swallowed by the station's emptiness.

A guard, perhaps moved by our predicament or the simplicity of our request, allowed us to sleep in the very train we were to board the next morning. As we stretched out on the wooden seats, their solidness seemed oddly comforting. The rhythmic ticking of the station clock merged with the occasional creak of the train, becoming the lullaby that carried us to sleep.

Morning arrived softly, with the air cool and the first light of the sun painting the horizon. The canteen beckoned us with the aroma of chai and freshly made dosas. We ate with quiet relish, savoring the warmth of the food and the promise of the journey ahead. Soon, the station, once a sanctuary of stillness, transformed into a bustling hive of passengers, their chatter and hurried steps infusing life into the scene.

The train heaved a sigh, expelling a plume of white steam as it prepared to conquer the mountains. We climbed aboard and found our seats, eager for the adventure.

It was somewhere in the initial stretch of the ascent that we met the Australian couple. They were seated next to us, their easy laughter and bright-eyed curiosity complementing the charm of the journey. Conversation flowed naturally, and when they asked if we knew anything about Australia, we mentioned Men at Work and their iconic song Down Under.

The couple's faces lit up with delight. One thing led to another, and soon we were humming the lines:

"He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich,
And he said, 'I come from a land down under...'"

They joined in, their accents lending an authentic touch, and for a few moments, our voices mingled with the rhythmic chugging of the train. It was a moment of serendipity—an unlikely meeting of worlds bound by music and the mountains.

As the train climbed higher, the scenery turned more surreal. The forests thickened, their ancient trees shrouded in mist, and the air grew cooler with each passing mile. The rhythm of the train on the rack-and-pinion tracks felt like the pulse of the earth itself, steady and timeless.

We shared stories, laughter, and even bits of food with the couple, as if we had known them forever. The train, meanwhile, continued its ascent, traversing arched bridges, plunging into tunnels, and curving along steep cliffs that offered glimpses of valleys swathed in clouds.

Each moment felt both fleeting and eternal. The Australian couple marveled at the lush beauty of the Nilgiris, while we, in turn, marveled at their openness and the curious magic of this shared experience.

By the time we reached Ooty, it was as if the mountains had imprinted themselves onto our souls. The train journey, more than a means of transport, had been a tapestry of memories—sleeping in an empty station, singing with strangers, and feeling the embrace of a world far larger than our own.

Looking back, it strikes me how such an experience would be near impossible in today's world of rigid rules and guarded boundaries. But back then, in the heart of the Nilgiri mountains, on a train chugging through mist and time, we discovered a land as vast and open as our own hearts.


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  1. Once in a lifetime experience, unique to an age that doesn't repeat, hence the memory valued all the more...

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