A Pathetic Train Journey: A Day I Won't Forget
A Pathetic Train Journey: A Day I Won't Forget There’s a certain charm to train journeys – the rhythmic clatter of wheels on tracks, the glimpses of landscapes rushing by, and the promise of adventure. But sometimes, that charm fades into a nightmare. My recent train journey was one of those experiences that left me longing for teleportation to become a reality. It all started with a delayed departure. I had arrived at the station brimming with optimism, imagining a peaceful ride with a window seat and maybe a steaming cup of chai. But reality hit when the train arrived two hours late, overcrowded with a sea of passengers spilling out of every compartment. The smell of sweat, mixed with the faint aroma of fried snacks, hit me as I boarded. My allocated seat? Occupied. Apparently, “first come, first served” was the unspoken rule. After a heated exchange with the person who refused to budge, I settled for a narrow corner on a side berth, half sitting, half crouching. The train craw...
