A Journey by Train
English Essay on "A Journey by Train"
How sweet it is to recollect my last train journey. Its memory is still as fresh in my mind, as if I had made it only yesterday. There is a special reason why this train journey rouses happy thoughts in me, The Xmas holidays fell in the month of December, it was notified that our half yearly examination would be held after the holidays. We were glad at the news and eagerly awaited the coming of December. the days rolled on till at last 25 December-the date which is also birthday of our Quaid-e-Azam. The prospect of journey soon filled our heart with joy, and we could think of nothing else. We decided to leave for journey on the 26th December. All arrangements were made without dely. My friends were ready to accompany me. Hiring a taxi, we went to the Karachi city station.
Ten minute had hardly passed when we found yourself in the midst of a number of coolies. Each of them wanted to take our luggage, we made our way through the crowd. When we go to the plate form, we were perspiring and found the passengers rushing towards the compartments. A chance favored us, we were able to find room for yourself in an intermediate compartment. The thing that attracted our attention there was the unfair occupation of seats.educationsight.blogspot.com Some passengers were lying at full length on the benches while others had to stand by their side, as if they were paying the penalty of having come late. Some even used force to make themselves comfortable at the expense of others. The scramble for seats came to an end five minutes before the starting of the train, when the first bell rang. Some of those who were inside bagged the door so that no other might enter. A boy the age of sixteen was trying to get in but be was not allowed to do so. I at once went forward and helped the boy to get into the compartment and also found seats for his old mother and younger brothers. We then managed to occupy seats in one corner of the compartment. Soon the guard below his whistle and waved his flag, and the train steamed out of the station.
With in an hour the train speed on between green fields of malir. The distant trees seemed to move in the opposite direction: Passing through varied and interesting scenery, we reached Jang Shahi. We took some sweet offered by the mother of (he boy. After fifteen minutes the train whistled, off the platform. When we passed through Kotri, there was sudden change. The sun had lost its dazzling brightness. Its red glow was now soothing to the eye. It was a large disc of exquisite beauty. Clouds of different house were sailing across the blue sky. The train reached the Kotri barrage over the River Indus. The rays of the setting sun seemed to be dancing along the ripples on the calm bosom of the river. It was a charming sconce. “I gazed and lazed but little thought, what wealth the show” had brought to me when suddenly the sun set. A radish glow continue to light up the landscape for a few minutes more. At Hyderabad I bade, the boy farewell. His mother blessed me .affectionately arid invited me to their house. An hour after this I reached Nawabshah, my destination.
Ten minute had hardly passed when we found yourself in the midst of a number of coolies. Each of them wanted to take our luggage, we made our way through the crowd. When we go to the plate form, we were perspiring and found the passengers rushing towards the compartments. A chance favored us, we were able to find room for yourself in an intermediate compartment. The thing that attracted our attention there was the unfair occupation of seats.educationsight.blogspot.com Some passengers were lying at full length on the benches while others had to stand by their side, as if they were paying the penalty of having come late. Some even used force to make themselves comfortable at the expense of others. The scramble for seats came to an end five minutes before the starting of the train, when the first bell rang. Some of those who were inside bagged the door so that no other might enter. A boy the age of sixteen was trying to get in but be was not allowed to do so. I at once went forward and helped the boy to get into the compartment and also found seats for his old mother and younger brothers. We then managed to occupy seats in one corner of the compartment. Soon the guard below his whistle and waved his flag, and the train steamed out of the station.
With in an hour the train speed on between green fields of malir. The distant trees seemed to move in the opposite direction: Passing through varied and interesting scenery, we reached Jang Shahi. We took some sweet offered by the mother of (he boy. After fifteen minutes the train whistled, off the platform. When we passed through Kotri, there was sudden change. The sun had lost its dazzling brightness. Its red glow was now soothing to the eye. It was a large disc of exquisite beauty. Clouds of different house were sailing across the blue sky. The train reached the Kotri barrage over the River Indus. The rays of the setting sun seemed to be dancing along the ripples on the calm bosom of the river. It was a charming sconce. “I gazed and lazed but little thought, what wealth the show” had brought to me when suddenly the sun set. A radish glow continue to light up the landscape for a few minutes more. At Hyderabad I bade, the boy farewell. His mother blessed me .affectionately arid invited me to their house. An hour after this I reached Nawabshah, my destination.
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