Indian trains are a microcosm of people, crafts and everyday life. They are an integral part of indians lives. And what is done outside is also done on the train. There are those who prepare rice between the seats, those who shave in the sinks placed in the corridors. People are sitting on the ground, lying on top seats, barefoot, often dirty. The whole looks like a painting, accentuated even more by the blue hues of the walls and seats and by the rays of light that, entering through barred windows, cut the air as if it were made of matter.
