Descriptive essay on visit to 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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Visit to a Railway Station
Yesterday I went to the station to receive my uncle. What a noise there was on the platform! People were shouting; engines were whistling; carriages were being shunted; and trains were coming in and going out. The platform was crowded with hundreds of passengers who seemed to be anxiously waiting for the train. Poor fellows! Little did they know that the train was behind its time.The station was a huge place. It looked like a fort. There was a big waiting-hall for third class passengers. It was fitted with benches and electric fans. There were stalls. There were ticket-offices, booking offices, refreshment rooms and book-stalls. There was a long bridge
spanning six or seven railway lines. On every platform there were book-stalls and tea-stalls. On every platform crowds of people were waiting for the train and porters were carrying passengers’ luggage on their heads or wheeling luggage-barrows. It seemed a very big place; and yet father told me it was nothing as compared to the
stations of Delhi, Kolkata, Mumbai and Chennai.
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