Chapter 1Iris Sen was used to getting what she wanted. And she wanted this journey. Danesh, her fiancé, had tried to talk her into taking one of the fancy internal airlines to Delhi, but she had been adamant, seduced by the childhood stories about her father’s train journeys as a medical student through the hinterlands of India. Flying around India was not enough for this American daughter returning to a homeland after ten years; she insisted on a train, not like the Orient Express but something more, like, you know, real?
like, you know, real?“What’s the point of being in India if we only see the inside of a plane?” she complained to Dan.
“You will not enjoy an Indian train.”
enjoy“I want to see the real India. Meet some real people.”
“You’ll have plenty of that. Sweaty, dirty, smelly
