Tarun Chandy

Trainsquatting. Runner-Up in The Runaway Train Challenge.

Carriage 2732 It was painfully bright, the morning I woke up. The window shutters were down, but the sun shone through the slits, forcing my eyes open. My brow was sweaty and my mouth, dangerously dry. I felt mildly irritable but well rested. I stretched like I’d never stretched before, feeling every muscle, every fibre in my body snapping and popping with ecstasy. Then, ever so gradually, I began to look around.