I honestly couldn’t remember the last time we took a family vacation. My work calendar was fuller than my fridge, and then came the thought — never too late! This was going to be my eight-month-old son’s first ever trip. The stakes were high. My wife had a million questions — “Will he sleep? Will he scream? Will he allow us to breathe?” Meanwhile, I was confident. He’s the son of a traveler, I thought, adventure must be in his genes. But, like every good husband, I nodded at all her concerns, and we settled on Chandigarh — safe, clean, planned, and with my aunt’s home to provide that much-needed “homely feeling” for the baby.
Since our little explorer feels claustrophobic in cars, we went with India’s most trusted way of traveling — by train.
