I WANT AN ESSAY ON VISIT TO A RAILWAY STATION
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Last Sunday, I went to the Chennai central station to see off my friend. He was going to Calcutta by the Howrah Mail. The waiting hall was crowded with all sorts of passengers. There was a long queue in front of the booking window. Everyone seemed to be in a hurry. A passenger’s pocket was picked. But the pickpocket was caught red-handed and handed over to the police. I bought the ticket and came off. We soon reached the platform. The scene there was very interesting. Passengers were waiting eagerly for the arrival of the train. Some were sitting on benches and smoking or reading newspaper. A few were pacing up and down the platform. The vendors were having a busy time. There was rush at tea-stall. The coolies in red uniforms were sitting in a line.
The train stamped in. There was noise and commotions everywhere. There was a great rush at the doors of compartments. Many passengers got down and many more got in. Coolies were seen carrying heavy bundles of luggage on their heads. Children clung to their parents in the great rush. The whole platform was full of noise.
Luckily, my friend got a comfortable seat near a window. Soon all were settled. It was time for the train to depart. The guard flew the whistle and waved the green flag. The engine whistled and the train began to move. There was waging of hands and hand kerchiefs. The train gains speed and kept the stations. The platform looked a deserted place once again.
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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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