On The Train To Chennai, Andhra Pradesh, India
Monday, January 24, 2011
The babies in the train carriage work each other up into a frenzy, like neighbourhood dogs, each booth its own competing mother failing to display her inherited soothing skills until one infant seals the victory by vomitting over the shirt of an innocent commuter. The milky sick pools on the corridor floor and the brown paper wrapper of a bed-linen package, faintly waxed, is trodden on top and left to an hour of passing feet. The non-absorption is remarkable and as we sit with the lingering stench the children, the little angels, sleep like babies.
