My train journey…

It was Sunday, and we were leaving to Calicut that day, for the occasion of a wedding. We were to travel by train. It was a five hour journey.

We entered the train at around 1 am.

We were sharing three seats 33, 34 and 35. I walked into our compartment and I looked at the young woman sitting across us. She was wearing a blue printed kurta and a red pant. She was eating something. A full plate of BiryaniπŸ˜‹Next to her was her friend. She was also having the same.

I brought a book along with me to read on the long journey, but later I got bored with the book and stopped reading the boring story of the hunter and the peasant.

I decided to stop staring at her, after the train started moving and glued my eyes to the windows. But she returned once again with a chips packet and began munching them, bits of the chips falling from her mouth on her lap. She brushed them off and continued chewing.

She then crumpled the plastic packet and threw it outside the window. I judged her immediately. So much for the Swachh Bharat movement.πŸ™„(Clean India movement)

She then slept against the window, her tongue touching the iron rods. Yuck!

After sleeping for some time, she returned with a full bottle of Sprite and began drinking that too. She finished the full bottle within a few minutes.

I started staring at the scenery outside and kept praying that the train wouldn’t fall into the river below. I always get scared when the train moves in a high speed. My hair was getting blowed away by the wind and I had to smooth it back constantly to make it sit properly.😑

Later I looked back at the lady again and found that she was now having something else. A vadaΒ Β two vadas were in her plate now. Okay, so far I didn’t even have a sip of water.

I knew that eventually my dad will want to take photos, and would be asking me to exchange places.

And then he did ask, but he said that he was feeling rather sleepy now so he remained in the seat. I was glad for I liked this seat.

The girl and her friend left the train after a couple of stations. But soon after they left, a family of three entered our compartment. The little girl in the family, began munching on a piece of apple.

We finally reached our destination at 5:30 pm and when I got down from the train, I looked like Merida from Brave😁 I finally got to eat something at the party at around  8:oo clock.

 

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20 thoughts on “My train journey…

      1. Even otherwise πŸ˜‰ my mum calls me chakki. πŸ˜‚ I still remember, when we used to travel to Mangalore from Hassan during vacations, I used to eat chips, chakli and what not. Then the bus stops at nelyadi for tea, I used to buy two plates of goli baje πŸ˜‹πŸ˜‹

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      2. My mom’s never used to stop me because everytime we travel on ghat section, my mum is busy throwing up . Then she started taking avil and I used to sit by the window side, chomp chomp chomp. πŸ˜‚

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      3. I know about Ghats.. even I was scared about them.. but never puked thought.. πŸ˜€ I think you did not have that problem because you were concentrating on chomp … chomp.. πŸ˜€

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