An long essay on a visit to a railway station
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Railway stations are one of the most hectic places one can ever witness. I was told by mom that I have to accompany her to escort a distant aunt who is going to visit us after a very long time. I happily agreed because I never visited the railway station before.The train timing was 3pm. So we decided to reach there in advance by half an hour. As soon as we entered the station i saw how busy place it is. There were few platforms and trains were coming and going, picking and dropping passengers. There were people waiting on the benches for their respective trains and also many people seem to be waiting just like us to escort somebody. Announcements were continuously heard about trains. Also, a digital board was hanged at the top where display of train and timings were given.There were many stalls inside the railway station like a small mini market, selling items such as magazines, biscuits, parathas, etc. They were setup for meeting some basic needs of passengers who are on the way. Chai walas were selling tea.
There were ticket counters, Coolies, clerks, etc and all seemed quite busy in their own duties. There were bathrooms too. And my ears seemed to get no rest from the continuous noises of people talking, train horns, etc. Also there were beggars singing for money. I handed over a ten rupee note which I had
It was already an hour passed and the train we were waiting for seemed to be coming late. After a wait of half an hour extra, our aunt came down from the train which has just arrived at the platform.
We exchanged a few words of welcome and warm regards. I don’t recollect seeing her before as I was very young when she visited last. In no time we departed from the station and headed home.
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It was my fourth year of boarding school, I was waiting for the train at platform no. 5 at Ambala station. There was a wait till midnight before my train arrived. Most of the time I had been browsing at book stall, pacing up and down the platform or feeding biscuits to stray dogs, trains came and went, and the platform would be quiet for a while and then, when a train arrived, it would be an inferno of heaving, shouting, agitated human bodies. As the carriage doors opened, a ride people would sweep down upon the nervous little ticket -collector at the gate, and every time it happened I would caught in the rush and swept outside the station. Now tired of his game and of ambling about the platform, I sat down on my suitcase and gazed dismally across the railway tracks . Trolleys rolled past me , and I was conscious of the cries of the various vendors - the men who sold curds and lemon , the sweetmeat seller, the newspaper boy ,But I had lost interest in all that went on along the busy platform and continue to stare across the railway tracks , feeling bored and a little lonely .
But after a while I met my friend Karan , one of my school fellows . We enjoyed together . it was midnight but the train did not arrive . we were sleepy, but any time the would arrive and it happened the same.the train arrived at 2am. we have our dinner in the train and the next afternoon we reached our school