Ruminating about one’s past in written form of expression can be gratifying and satisfying life experience for the writer. His cherished memory can also evoke bliss for his siblings, the children and their family members. The past years are safe, and their memories can be shared with others without any reservation. But the time wears on fast and the delay may erase the details earlier than anticipated. At one stage I hesitated that the age was no more on my side for essaying this task but finally overcoming the conflict of emotions, I decided to avail of the last opportunity afforded to me by the Providence. However, there were deterrents as only few written notes were preserved by me. The main aids were the photographs taken by me- most of them duly described with regard to place, date and occasion. One unexpected source of aid was an Englishman Terry Boden who accidently became my penfriend, as borne out by his letter dt 29th April 1988 placed below. Our friendship has endured till this day and during this intervening period of 33 years Terry has enriched me with materials on life in his country and the British Rail. There is no theme in this writeup nor any plot or frame. It is a linear narrative of my service in the Indian Railways in the capacity of a civil engineer (simply called engineer) and the life after superannuation. I have celebrated and enjoyed the highs in my service period and used the lows to acquire a finer understanding of self and others. But I have evaded any introspection about these moments which were exclusive to my life. I hope you like the account of my journey down the memory lane.