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Spent entire day in the train

Yep, that's what I did. What I witnessed at Visakhapatnam Junction pleasantly surprised me. I saw a whole team of railway workers in uniform diligently cleansing the litter between the tracks. What astonished me was that they even boarded the train and cleaned the toilets and footboard thoroughly. Must have spent 20 minutes in the effort. Their hard-at-work attitude impressed me beyond measure. In all these years of travelling via rail, I've never seen such dedication.

The rest of the day remained largely eventless. When I got tired of staring at the passing landscape, I read some Java. I calculated the schedule for the next day.

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