A Railway Journey
Traveling is a great and inspiring experience. It is at once instructive and interesting. If we travel second class, a railway journey gives us a true picture of India for the majority of the Indians travel second class.
I had a great desire to go to Simla. Imagine my joy when I received a letter from my cousin to visit him during the summer vacation! My father gladly allowed me to go.
It was the sticky month of July. The day at last arrived. Our school was closed for two months. I reached home, packed up my articles, and left for the railway station. I reached the station fifteen minutes before the arrival of the train. There was at the platform. I had no worries, since I had a great rush already had reserved a seat I engaged a coolie and made my way to the train. There was a great hustle and bustle. The passengers sat eagerly waiting for the train. After ten minutes, the train steamed in. It was fully packed. But I was lucky enough to get a window. After five-seat near minutes, the guard whistled and waved his green flag. The train steamed off, soon it gathered speed. Our compartment was packed to its capacity. Some passengers were smoking while others were chatting or reading newspapers.
Then the ticket checker entered and checked our tickets. A young man was found traveling without a ticket. He had to pay the fare and the penalty. I looked out of the window. There were green fields on either side. Cattle were grazing. The trees seemed to be running away. At last, I reached Kalka. I took my lunch and changed for Simla. The train for Simla looked like a toy.
It was an interesting sight to see the engine climbing the hill like a serpent. As the train went higher, I saw tall trees of pine. Houses on hills look very tiny. The train went on a zig-zag path. It passed through many tunnels. The cold increased as the train went higher and higher. After five hours pleasant journey, I reached Simla. My cousin was waiting at the station and received me cheerfully.
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