A Journey By Train
A Journey By Train(Monday)
Life is a continuous journey. Journey is a source of pleasure. Some journeys are short and some long. They are sweet and pleasant. A journey by train is an interesting experience. During the last winter/ summer vacation, I went to Puri with my family members. We reached Howrah Station at about 7 p.m. to catch the Jagannath Express.
A railway platform is a world in itself. At the platform, there was a big crowd. Groups of people, sitting around with their belongings, talked and laughed among themselves. People rush here and there. Some check up time of arrival or of departure of the trains. Hawkers were crying out with shrill voice to vend their goods.
I bought an interesting story book and a comic book from the railway book stall. As soon as the train was put on the platform, we scrambled into our coach to get to our seats. As the train left the platform, we settled down to our seats and the train caught up speed. I was getting excited when I was carrying away from my native place. I felt thrilled at that moment and I enjoyed the jerky movement.. I forgot everything of the world and only looked outside through the window. At night, it was dark outside. The platform was lit up with lights. Our first halt was at Kharagpur. In our compartment, there were two children almost my age. I played UNO cards with them. They were also going to Puri with their grandparents. They were very jovial. They made us laugh with their jokes and mimicry of certain celebrities. An oldman in our compartment was singing songs. Then I was having my supper. The Swing and the sound of the moving train soon lulled me to sleep. Next morning, I woke up by the sound of vendors and started enjoying the beauties of hills and hillocks of Orissa. I saw the farmers working in the fields. I saw the green paddy fields, groves and forests from the window of the running train. Trees and houses seemed to run behind. Some children stared at the train. The train halted at
Life is a continuous journey. Journey is a source of pleasure. Some journeys are short and some long. They are sweet and pleasant. A journey by train is an interesting experience. During the last winter/ summer vacation, I went to Puri with my family members. We reached Howrah Station at about 7 p.m. to catch the Jagannath Express.
A railway platform is a world in itself. At the platform, there was a big crowd. Groups of people, sitting around with their belongings, talked and laughed among themselves. People rush here and there. Some check up time of arrival or of departure of the trains. Hawkers were crying out with shrill voice to vend their goods.
I bought an interesting story book and a comic book from the railway book stall. As soon as the train was put on the platform, we scrambled into our coach to get to our seats. As the train left the platform, we settled down to our seats and the train caught up speed. I was getting excited when I was carrying away from my native place. I felt thrilled at that moment and I enjoyed the jerky movement.. I forgot everything of the world and only looked outside through the window. At night, it was dark outside. The platform was lit up with lights. Our first halt was at Kharagpur. In our compartment, there were two children almost my age. I played UNO cards with them. They were also going to Puri with their grandparents. They were very jovial. They made us laugh with their jokes and mimicry of certain celebrities. An oldman in our compartment was singing songs. Then I was having my supper. The Swing and the sound of the moving train soon lulled me to sleep. Next morning, I woke up by the sound of vendors and started enjoying the beauties of hills and hillocks of Orissa. I saw the farmers working in the fields. I saw the green paddy fields, groves and forests from the window of the running train. Trees and houses seemed to run behind. Some children stared at the train. The train halted at