Dad, Gulli and I. In our van, on NH7, driving to Kurnool. It was dark and we were near Anantapur. We saw a row of square lights on to our left.
Gulli: Sidda look at the train
me: that's not a train
Gulli: it's a train
me: it must be a poultry farm
Gulli: poultry farm? what does that mean?
me: place where chicken are grown
Gulli: ooh! you mean a hen factory?
me: !*?*!*? yes, hen factory!
Anyway, it was a train not a hen factory.