My first train experience

as i peeped out of the window waiting for my first train experience, the hauntingly empty station seemed to loom as if a someone had drenched the soul out of the body. the hustle bustle just a moment ago before the train arrived, was nowhere to be seen, guess that is what happens after a train robs station off its soul to give life to itself. The air conditioner seemed a bit too much but then again it was doing its work of dozin me off…waiting for the train to start i shifted my bag from one leg to another, waiting for my jab we met experience. going through the slums of one of the biggest metropolitan pf the world, as it geared forward, i somehow felt experience of being in the journey talked about by the poets and philosophers. As the train lurched forward moving around it wen through a series of stopping at various stations, everytime it felt like leaving behind a part of me. with no option but to move to the rhythm of the train i dozed off in the rocking cradle. as the train moved on forward i feel like being the passenger of the train of pakeezah passing through meena kumari’s heart giving her hopes of freedom