Through the window: coconut palms leaning like courteous hosts; the occasional temple tower puncturing the skyline, its stucco deities soaked in soft lamp light; fields where sugarcane and paddy rippled, and small towns where laundry lines created flags of daily life. The cityscape dissolved into lanes of rickety vendors selling steaming murukku, jasmine garlands, and bright plastic toys that clacked when children ran. Every station stop was a miniature theatre: porters hoisted khaki trunks, chai-wallahs executed choreographed rounds, and the tannoy announcer’s voice broke through in crisp Tamil-scented cadence.