As the sun fades into the hazy evening, the roaring storm kicked-up dust and shifted sand; While we struggled to stand our grounds, there as a sudden excitment among the trees and bushes; waving, swirling, tossing their branches, as if they were worshipping. Then, appeared from the dusty haze, is the diesel hauled express from Barmer, gloriously notching up, against the storm... (Harish Kumar)