The Mechanics Of Being Human On A Train
One of many food vendors on the train, by me
The difficulty, you see, is that there are many ways in and few ways out. There’s vegetable biriyani, dhose with vade, vade with vade, puffy pastries, folded pastries, crisps, almond milk, chai, coffee, whatever. No meat but plenty to eat. Indeed, it is possible to be consuming something almost every sitting moment, and the food is not bad.
The inevitable decline, by me
The toilets, alas, marked ‘Indian Style’ are basically a squat onto the ground. As such, I suppose, clean, being as one is instantly meters away from an offence. But still a bit beyond my ken. It is classic input/output error. A gross miscalculation.
Today on the 
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This is highly dubious. Miss Travel is a travel/social networking site that connects ‘Generous’ and ‘Attractive’ travelers. To, like, travel together, I guess. It all seems a bit like arranged prostitution and trafficking. This is part of a broader online trend to connect rich men to younger, attractive women. Sites like 
Sri Lankan domestics never say anything, they just stop coming. My maid just stopped coming and when I finally pressed her she said I needed to get a washing machine. I was hoping to ride this one out, but I’ve run out of underwear and I have no choice. I finally caved and bought a washing machine, from 
Ha, Last time I ate on the train in India, I had to do “Indian Style” quite a few times, a day!
Dont eat any of the train food!