Railway travel exposes you to the best of the beauties, the local life and the worst of the nightmares. Out of all the things that give me pleasure, train travel is one. And mind not, because the AC carriages are not my favourites, for if it was not for the observation of those stranger lives, the sound and speed of the wind tiring the eyes, the boredom on those faces of the sleeper boogies, my father narrating different tales associated with the places passing by which he had stayed or visited once during his life which was one big travelogue in itself, telling about his knowledge on farming, the clear view of the sky without any filter of the glass, I wouldn’t have loved the train travels so much. When you are travelling the better coaches, you find your fellow travellers busy with their own work, or with something that can keep them busy all the while. But, in the sleepers, the monotony of sitting and the lookout for options to pass the time is interesting.
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