All Kinds Of Magic: One Man's Search For Meaning Across The Material World - Plot & Excerpts
Beneath me, Mr Gulparna, retired auditor, stretched out first one pyjama-covered leg from his lower bunk, then a second. I watched him blearily through a half-closed eye as he enacted five half-hearted attempts to touch his toes, then five slightly more spirited knee bends. Stretches completed, and just a little out of breath, he gathered his metal beaker, Neem powder for the gums, an enormous crimson comb and a tall bottle of cologne. Tucking all this beneath his arms, he pushed the curtain aside and went to queue for the bathroom.I drifted back into sleep, coming awake again as the familiar refrain ‘Chai, chai’ echoed down the corridor. The morning’s first tea seller had boarded the train, and grateful passengers were sitting up in their bunks, reaching into trouser pockets for three rupees, then tilting back the first important chai to jostle away the cobwebs of sleep.Someone opened a window and a blast of cold air testified that we had come north.I was on my way to Darjeeling, where, so the rumour had it, a miracle was under way.
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