It was this yet another train that lumbered back into Gwalior casting long shadows heavy with another day snaking into a deepening dusk by the fort wall. Shadows that never grew old piled one over another all these years waited for trains of a desire and hope to merge and long nights of bandit memories ruthless, cold and grim seeking refuge in the shade of your eyelash now beckoning now touching only to be lost again within stones streets and the sun behind your palace spire.
