The last morning in Jodhpur, in the station, I was longing for the train that would bring me back to Delhi. Still having a bad headache from the food poison and an empty stomach, I was carried away by my train of thought, wished this trip would end soon, and I could not wait to go home. In the crowded station, I suddenly saw a little red hood and her brother, both captured in their own world. I wondered what they were thinking. I wondered if our trains of thought were stationed at the same place.