Bags are packed and
Books are checked
Uber is ready at the door
To drop me at my road.
The station is decorated with the
Van of colourful icecreams and slush
While the water point is busy in satisfying the rush.
As I hear the jangle of the train
I decided to leave off my tension all in drain.
Now it’s time to get on
Now it’s time to move on.
I hear people singing a song
There is entertainment all along my way
For which I didn’t even have to pay.
Now the train ran on wheels
And i started feeling the sunny scorching heat.
When I looked up from my book
I observed a small baby smiling over my looks.
I offered him candies with some greet
But all he wanted was just my window seat.
I passed by the hawkers
Who are trying to sell
just like a rich stock broker.
Their palms busy with the tray of tasty mango slices
The calls mingled with joyous loud voices;
Of children excited about
their first train journey,
to celebrate their honeymoon,
for playing cards and Antakshri,
perhaps, to attend a wedding,
or to celebrate the birth
of a much awaited child.
Four hours have passed
and time went by so fast
I wonder how long will this last.
The day is getting darker
And the sun little lighter.
And not too far away
The moon is also shining brighter.
In the deep dark night
I see some colourful lights
It was such a colourful and splendid sight.
Ofcourse, the shivering train hampered my sleep
But its memories and reminiscence embellished my trip.