We were up early, around 5am, to catch our first of 2 trains to Nellore. I was able to get my first window seat on the train and view the Indian countryside. Massive hills in the distance and sugar cane, grape, and rice patty fields along the track. Simple living, yet hard living. People digging through trash heaps, farming the land, washing clothes in muddy water and laying  them out along the land to dry. As beautiful as it is to view and admire (the simplicity of life) I don't think I would want to live it. There is a trade-offin the difference in lifestyle. Maybe it's the hardness, the struggle, of the poverty side of Indian life that gives the people such a hunger for religion. Seems that most people belong to one religious group or another. Everyone searching for an answer.