Seven thirty seven somewhere near asansol

In a cynical twist of fate you land up facing the same predicament from where you were taking leave. A couple in front has of all topics decided to discuss steel making and grain structure. I wonder how it feels discussing something so interesting in such a charming atmosphere. I mean the antiseptic blue of the berths and the blue green curtains would surely make all of us ramgorur chana if not morons searching for nirvana in steel grain size. Life is beautiful.