Urgh! When on earth will these trains stop being late?
Never ever have I experienced a journey on time. Punctuality persists only for the first few hours after the train bids bye to the station platform. After that it gradually slows down ; halts at vivid places like jungles and slums for hours and eventually fails to run on time.
What fumes me are the hawkers and insanely screaming slum kids who manage to slip into the non-air-conditioned train compartments.
Even if you are not an early riser ; you find yourself awake at the dawn hours and stare at people aimlessly.
No doubt the picnic trip kids enjoy a lot in train. Their constant chatter and giggles often become the sites of all visions. Some like me stare at them with disgust while others ( I wonder what made them so generous) poke their nose in each and every topic they hear the kids discuss.
A whole gang of footballers continue to toss footballs and a whole troop of fashionable girls comb their hair after every few minutes.
As a whole the passengers in a train are simply incredible as is the train!
While I was cursing the people around me I shifted my view outside the standing window of my running train. The agitated me was lost somewhere.
Beautiful!
The saffron sun was fully awake now spreading its rays. The green creatures underneath breathing the warmth.
Whoa!
Shallow within me were my fums. I was cold. I smiled.
Almighty is great!
He made these beautiful scenarios. He made me. He made these insanely shouting people around me. As a whole he made this earth a lovely place to live in.
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