How a Train Scam in Delhi Nearly Killed My Sister
It’s one of my favourites memories…
“I can’t breathe Jo!”
I breathlessly glanced over my shoulder. My sister’s face was the colour of a ripe plum and her lumbering trot had disintegrated into a not so fast walk.
“Hurry!” I shouted. “We’re almost there.”
I could see the open doors ahead and knew we had seconds to jump in before the doors slammed shut like a giant beast devouring all who dared enter.
The dust and smog were filling my lungs as I lunged towards the doors, and threw myself inside with all the grace of a failed & painful Fosbury flop.
My sister wasn’t far behind and heaved herself into the cabin as the doors crashed shut behind her.
Accompanied by a loud creaking noise, the huge green metal container shuddered and began to slowly pull away.
With audible sighs of relief, my sister & I stowed our heavy backpacks in the luggage hold and crumpled into our seats. A collective mess of sweat, dust & tears.
“We made it,” I said, looking at my sister’s plum face, which had now returned to more of…
