railway station

Great white pillars guard the entrance to the railway which hold hand crafted iron gates, that have been there since the place has been built, now rusting under the attack from rain.

Chaotic noises fill the inside: the quick paced footsteps of travelers searching for their train or train times and the frantic voice of the tannoy alerting people where to go. Ammoungst the myriad of confused people, there stands a frail old lady, her hair a delecate grey colour like when, on a cloudless night, the moon shines upon water. Glasses perched on nose, she scans the plethora of train facts and figures to try locate the stand where her train is. To the right of the old lady, next to an out of date dull red phone box, there sits a sleepy beggar who smells like a unpleasant concoction of alchohol and vomit. Grasping his cup, the man pleads for spare change from passers-by. Speech slurred, noone understands him and they walk quickly on by. The sadness which the beggar is feeling at this point intoxicates the room like ink in water.
Later on as the day draws to a close, the once busy station is now a ghost town. Rail workers pack their bag and return to loving familys whereas for the night watchers the day has just began. The sun climbs down turning everything orangy chrome colour and short sharp breezes continue to turn the litter into the only thing bieng heard. In the distance, a final train, probobly with no more than 20 people on it, can be spotted. Mice dart from shadow to shadow quite noticably yet sneakly. The station now waits for another day of people to come.

I first saw the Train station on a misrable, wet day in London. The stairs leading down to the under ground were Damp and dirty from Peoples foot prints. The handrail was even more gritty, There was chewing gum underneath, Old Train ticket stuck to the bottom and Spray paint along it.
The smell was unbarable, it smelt like 3 month old curry and garlic mayonise. When you open your mouth you could even taste the curry.
The sound of the station was seriouly terrofiing, The sound of Rumbling train tracks, screaching breaks and the muttering of Thousands of people entering the Train Station.
In the corner there were some young dancers Busking for money. One of them was wearing a strange hoodie with a zip going all the way up to the top of the hood. The Sound of the music was getting quiter as the big crowd of Buisness men and women were scampering to get a Seat on the train. As the train arrived the sound of thumping feet got louder as more People came down the stairs. As the seconds went by more and more people arrived and left, then a fight broke out. The fight lasted for about 5 minutes until a police Man came and arrested both of the boys. Then there was a quiet muffled voice saying "welcome to london my Italian Friend".
The sound of sirens got quieter and quieter as it drove away into the distance. Then there was a cry of laughter as a young girl was getting tickled by her dad. A beam of happiness shone from her smile, the world is full of kindness for her but for us it is full of war and hate

The hustle and bustle of the ordinary public hurled its way into the calm, collected station. Information boards began to rustle and the sounds of trains departed from what was now like another world, the smelly crammed station that had lost all its sense of dignity was now ready and waiting for what the day had in store. When people boarded the train that was due to take them to their destination it was like they had no concept of what was going on around them, completely oblivious to all the other passengers. Newspapers went up in the hot and clustered train compartment and people tucked themselves away in

At the platform a large number of passengers are waiting for the train. Some of them are sitting on the benches. Others are sitting on the bare ground or on their own boxes or trunks. Some are going up and down the platform. Every now and then they look in the direction from which the train is to come. When the distance single light is yellow, all feel happy. They are now certain that the train must come in short time. As soon as they catch sight of the smoke rising from the engine, they get ready and stand up. Some passengers carry their bundles on their heads, while others hold them under their arm pits. Some whose luggage is too heavy to be carried by them, engage coolies for this purpose.
Scene at the arrival of the train :
When the train arrives, all are anxious to get and occupy a seat. The passengers who want to get down at the station open the doors. Others who are to get into the train, try to get into the train. Thus a deadlock is created. After better counsels take place the in-going passengers make way for the out-going ones and let them pass. There is on room enough for a few passengers in every compartment, but not enough for all the passengers. Thus who get in, sit in their seats or remain standing. Other run up and down the platform to find a vacant seat. When they fail to get any seat inside, they catch hold of the handle outside some carriage and stand at the footboard.
After the departure of the train :
When the train has left, the crow melts away. The hawkers go to some other platform. They no longer cry. The watermen go to their cabins. The station staff retire to their rooms. The platform which was full of life a minute before. becomes a dull place.