Share your experience of travelling by train or a bus.
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It was on a bright summer’s day in 1982 that I boarded the ‘KK’ Express bound for Delhi at the Trivandrum Central railway station, on my way back to Vijayawada after a short sojourn at home. The train was flagged off on time and I settled down comfortably with a book. I shared the air-conditioned second class cubicle with a couple and their two children who were quite friendly. They attempted to make small conversation with me though I tried to keep to myself and my book. The Travelling Ticket Examiner (TTE) came around and checked the tickets.
Just after the train left the next major station, Quilon, I went to the toilet to change into more comfortable dress for the long journey ahead. However, during the process I watched in horror my wallet falling through the toilet outlet.
In panic, since all my money and the train ticket were inside the wallet, I pulled the emergency chain inside the toilet. The chain just came off in my hand. I came out and pulled the first chain that I saw. This time the train screeched to a halt, after maybe 500 more metres.
Explanation:
Travelling is something that I love to do especially when it is with my cousins as I am the only child to my parents. The plan of a vacation to Ooty was made on a Sunday evening when my cousins Nisha, Asif, Kabeer, and Tannu had come home along with their parents.
My father quickly booked the train tickets and we started packing our bags with all clothes and other essentials. Finally, the day of our journey arrived, and we boarded a taxi to the railway station. I was feeling sleepy as the train was at 5 am in the morning; however, the moment we reached the railway station, my excitement doubled to travel doubled and my sleep vanished. We got into the train and sat on our seats.
My cousins and I planned to take turns to sit on the window seat as we had only two window seats that would have kept us sit together and we had to manage. As the train started, we all smiled and looked out the window when all the trees and electric poles were going behind indicating that we were moving forward toward our destination.
Our mothers gave us some biscuits to share and we started talking. Then my cousin proposed we can play antakshri so we sang all the Hindi and Tamil songs. At around 7 am, we had our yummy breakfast that our mothers had cooked from home. We saw a blind person singing and a vendor with magazines. My father gave money to the blind person and then got us some magazines to read on. We started reading and sharing the information. We ate samosas and vadas that came in next.
My father said we were going to get down at the next station and our energy got very high and we all screamed yaaayyyy! Though our travel came to an end, our vacation was yet to start. It had been a splendid experience.