I wonder when these tracks were laid or made available to public. I remember seeing them decades ago when, as I child, I went to my ancestral village for summer vacations. They used to look imposing then; now they seem rather withered and wilted.
I wonder how many people have travelled on trains that run on these tracks. I have seen them looking out of the windows of the trains. Passing rapidly before my eyes: their faces blurred into one image, divested of individuality. People I encountered for a brief moment of time, and quite possibly never met ever after.
