When the train finally reached Kanyakumari, the southernmost tip where the Bay of Bengal meets the Arabian Sea, the sky was ablaze with sunrise. The passengers gathered on the deck, watching the sun paint the horizon in gold and crimson. Madhav turned to Anand and said, “Now you have the song of the South, the rhythm of the rails, and the soul of a thousand travelers. Go back home and let your voice carry these stories.”