On the train



In the passenger train of India...
After a series of fights for my own reserved seat I got my desired place: side window. Wind hitting on my every strand of hair brought me little bunches of happiness. Fields filled with little pearls, pearls of sweat which brought them sour or sweet feast. Far off there was a sugar industry. Without even looking out one could make out its arrival. The sudden splash of malodorous mist, everyone just wanted it to pass off. Huff! Again the sweet fragrance of fresh flowering, essence of calm aura. long away horizon was colliding with the green cover of gleam. The darkest tunnel came all the way, though we know what it is, suddenly all the childhood scary stories would rewind giving us a sudden chill in the dampness. The dark would pass off! Oh god it sounds like a life lesson, apparently it is. The section of dark in the bright is temporary, it definitely passes on. The moment the train left the tunnel behind, there were a bunch of blissful purple flowers, waiting for the train's welcome.
Hushing wind, rushing up people, calm in the chaos and warmth of various hues.
Finally my destination arrived. Looked at the train for a moment and realized the unrealized emotions of an hour journey in Indian railways! 

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