A Journey by Train
My annual examination was over. I had recess for some days. During this time of the year the weather is good enough to make a journey. IncidentaJly (vrwtv)'), I with some of my friends took a sudden decision to go to my sister's house in Chittagong by train. On the appointed day I atong with my other friends arrived at Kamalapur railway station before sunrise. We bought our tickets and got into the train just at 7 a.m.When the guard biew the whistle and waved his green flag, the train started mOVJng. I, keeping myself aloof, sat beside a window with a view to looking outside through the window. The sun was rising with all its splendid beauty. Soon leaving urban areas, the train was running through the green fields of the rural areas. I gazed and gazed at the houses, trees and meadows with a cheerful mind. Everything seemed to be running swiftly to the opposite direction. They came to my vision and disappeared in the twinkling of an eye.
I also enjoyed the mild jerking of the train and rhythmic sounds of the wheels. Now and then it crossed a bridge over a river or a canal with a chattering noise. As it was an express train, it stopped only at a few big stations. At about noon we arrived within the areas of Chittagong district, I felt great joy seeing the hills on either side of the line, as I had never seen a hill before. After eight hours journey, the train reached Chittagong railway station at about 3 p.m. We got down from the train and went to my sister's house by a taxi. Our return journey was equally a pleasant one. This pleasant and enjoyable journey lasted for a few hours. But the journey left a permanent impression in my mind. I never forget the sweet memory of this journey. The scene of the memorable journey peeps into my mind when I become tired of the mechanical urban life.
