The windows rattled as the train made its way along the dusty tracks to the foothills of the Himalayas.
The sounds of ‘chai chai,’ flowed through the carriages as I sat wide-eyed taking in the scenes around me before the train arrived at what was to be my home for the next week.
The stench of urine was almost overpowering and I held my breath, trying not to step on figures who lay in stained rags asleep on the dirty floor.
I felt something brush my trousers and looked down expecting to see a stray dog sat before me. Instead I stood in shock at the sight of a torso on a make-shift skateboard staring back up at me. A sign asking for money hung around his neck and he looked at me with a sadness in his eyes.
‘I can’t do this,’ my mind screamed as I covered my face in my scarf, longing for the comfort of home but there was no going back…Continue