"I love Mumbai, but there are days when the city tests me. When I'm walking in sweltering heat amid a cacophony of horns, dodging dog poop on the pavement, coughing up dust churned up by zigzagging rickshaws."
"So I took a break with my family this month near the beach in Goa, and booked a ride in a Vistadome coach on the 12051 Jan Shatabdi Express, departing 5:10 a.m. from the British-era Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminus."
"As the sun rose and mists evaporated, I and the woman sitting beside me swiveled our chairs to face the train's famously wide, clear windows. As we did, a lush, green vista rushed past: tangled jungle, swollen rivers and waterfalls. I gasped, and then laughed. What a perfect balm, I thought. And a chance to fall in love, again, with India."
Frequent city strains in Mumbai—sweltering heat, blaring horns, dog waste on sidewalks and dust from rickshaws—prompted a break near a beach in Goa with family. A Vistadome coach on the 12051 Jan Shatabdi Express was booked, departing at 5:10 a.m. from Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminus. As sunlight rose and mists lifted, passengers swiveled to admire the coach's wide clear windows. Lush green vistas streamed by, with tangled jungle, swollen rivers and waterfalls. The scenery elicited a gasp and a laugh, offering a restorative balm and an opportunity to fall in love again with India's beauty.
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