As  I settle down on these blue and rusty berths
A familiar smell of the train wafts towards me
And warms my heart, reminding of the same warmth I feel sitting in front of the hearth
And I wonder about all the beautiful scenes I would see

As the compartment starts to fill, I see all kinds of people around me
Ladies gossiping among themselves, children giddy with excitement and men chatting about politics
Hawkers strolling around the compartments selling biscuits and books and tea
Everybody here for a different reason, for different topics

The train starts to move
And with it the trees start to groove
I see people sitting with anticipation
Waiting to reach their destination with determination
      
  The ticket checker comes by
  In his customary black suit
With a notepad in his hand and a stern look in his eye
“Tickets tickets everyone”, he asks with attitude

  I protrude the pink ticket
  He checks it nicely
  And then gives it back to me to keep in my pocket
  Resuming the atmosphere lively
      
The train whistles
Announcing the arrival of the station
And everyone starts to gather their luggage, it starts to drizzle
They leave the train ,some for their family, work or vacation
              
  The lady asks me, “won’t you get down sir?”
  I shake my head and reply, “No mam, I am still waiting to find my destination
I look out the window
As I get ready to enjoy my train travels again