While on the train from Dound to Agra ( a twenty one hour journey...we luckily had our own compartment) we met a Colonel in the Indian Paratrooper Corps. He spoke English well and we enjoyed some of his thoughts on India and its many challenges. The train finally lined up with the station platform and we said our goodbyes.
There were a group of his men in uniform to meet him. As they moved quickly past us the Colonel handed me the flowers his men had presented him with, "I think these will look much better in your hands then in mine." 
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