I'm really going to fininsh this today: here are some more pics:

I'm standing infront of the signboard saying the name of the station: Kayankulam

I tried to get a copy of the economist magazine there, but it was not available. And the spicy buttermilk tastes great. Since it is a villiage, the train only stops there for about 3mins or so, which was really not enough for us to get ourselves and our stuff to the right part of the platform. So, as we were walking on the side of the train, looking for our number, which happened to be really far away, the train started moving. We quickly got ourselves and the stuff onto the train (possible since the train is really slow at first) and had to move along the packed compartments to out designated place. On the ride back, we had to share a compartment with a drunk guy sleeping on top. At first, we had our meal and then he came in and climbed to the top. At that time, we were having a conversation with some passengers sitting with us. He interrupted in the middle and from the way he spoke, it became quite obvious that he was drunk. My grandfather was asleep at this moment. The other passengers with us were the first to notice that the guy was drunk, since they understood his language. They then quietened down, trying to avoid him. I was next to notice, once he began talking in english. My mom was last to notice.We all quietened down then. I slept i the middle bunk and acted a look out to look after our things (although they were all locked and chained). We got off in the morning the next day( we boarded the train at 3 in the afternoon) and took an auto home. End of story.