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The Small Toy Train.

A boy’s toy train.

The small toy train,

Bought for a little boy,

Gave him more than sheer happiness,

And delight.

In his world 🌎,

The train roamed all around,

And brought from him many goodies,

Unknown and unfound.

Adios!

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A Village Railway Station.

Villages for many decades have been lagging behind in development and infrastructure. The difference between any city or town railway station and a village railway station is visible clearly.

That’s what makes such a railway station much more attractive.

I have seen few such railway stations and believe me they are as astonishing as anything.

Tea is sold in small earthen “khuris”. Khuris are small earthen tea holder cups.

You will often find people singing songs over there. The air is extremely fresh and the vendors at such railway stations sell day to day items at much cheaper and lower prices.

The trains which stop at such stations are unique too. Some of them are local trains and some are super fast trains.

The whole concept of it is hugely and vastly different.

Few stations which are located at remote places, don’t even have platforms, People climb the lower stairs of a train to get onto it.  I have seen such a train and till the train left, I kept staring at it.

In a village railway station a tea seller would always be shouting-“Tea, tea, hot, hot tea.” They often ask people to buy tea from them. Many village people, use local trains to go their place of work and toil very hard for a day.

The station master holds a great post. He is a babu and he helps people in many ways.

Sometimes, when long distance train comes and stops, the children of the villagers come they observe the train. They even get on the train, to know about it. Then it becomes the station master’s duty to deboard them and to take care that no one travels in it.

The life of a villager is much unique, different and sometimes difficult, but the charm of a village railway station is something which needs to be experienced, to feel it in your veins, to know what travelling in a local train from a village railway station means.

Adios!

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An Extra Pair Of Pants.

Before you travel, do carry an extra pair of pants in case you are going for a short journey. Such as an day trip or one night, two days trips. Many people pack light for such journeys and then end up regretting their preferences.

On long journeys, make sure that you have atleast four pair of shirts and pants in your luggage with you.

The days have changed. Earlier people would carry four to seven suitcases for “Just in case”, in case any requirement arises. Now, with a small backpack, men and women are out there to win the world. After that it’s the mother who have to wash their smelly and forever used cloths.

Adios!

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Did You See The Line?

Did you see the line?

Which no one has drawn.

Did you see the line?

Which everyone talks about?

Did you see the line?

Which was green yet red.

Did you see the line?

As it flew from A to Z.

Did you see the line?

Which was produced out of thin air?

Did you see the line?

Which you drew, yet it was already existing?

Did you see the line?

Which runs on your forehead, on your palms and below your feet?

There are many of them.

But the line which matters the most is the one which connects us with our mother, father and God.

Take care of that good line.Never ever leave it.

Adios!

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The Light.

The morning light,

Gives light to all.

The Light from the lighthouse,

Beacons all.

The Light from the beacon,

Notifies all.

The traffic light glows,

Red,yellow and green.

But they are not like a beautiful marshmallow.

The light from a firefly is,

Sober and red.

But with time it goes to bed.

The Light from a mother gives warmth and rays to her son.

The Light from God strengthens your bonds.

The Light from a torch gives light in darkness.

While the light from Sun gives the morning bliss.

The Light reflected on water,

Makes a splendid scene.

The Light from butter,

Glows like melted cream.

The Light shining on a butter croissant,

Signifies prosperity and intesifies hunger,

Like a poetry without the word linger.

Adios!

Adios!