The mighty arms of Atlas

It was an early departure from Agra for Khajuraho.  Dad and I were both still ill with stomach upsets. The train journey lasted three hours and it was pretty cramped.  We disembarked onto a small coach with little overhead storage – there were only five spare seats and some members of our group needed twoContinue reading “The mighty arms of Atlas”

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