After a 42 day tough trip in South America, I reached Chandigarh by Shatabadi train at around 9 pm. Tired and exhausted my first worry was to look out for an auto or a taxi. I was also dying to have a decent Indian meal after surviving for weeks on boiled/half cooked stuff called Western Food
Then suddenly a lady addressed me, is some one receiving you? That was my gracious neighbour from the next apartment who had spotted me....she had come to pick up her daughter coming by the same train...she gave me a lift...
And on reaching my flat she sent me a few excellent apples, a biscuit pack...water bottles and dinner....peeli daal, chappati and paneer bhaji...Alas! I still dont believe in God....
