Monday, September 10, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
The Story of a Train
I am a train, railway train, running between two cities. Generally I remain aloof from hustle and bustle of passengers. But, one day, I got attention towards them. One person has occupied the upper berth in a coach and was not giving seat to anyone. Another person was trying to get a seat there. They fought bitterly. The other person dragged the first from the berth and threw his luggage to the floor of the compartment. Then he occupied the seat. After this, both of them were pacified. When destination arrived, both of them left me and went together towards exit of the station without giving even a glance towards me.
I am a train, railway train, running between two cities. Generally I remain aloof from hustle and bustle of passengers. But, one day, I got attention towards them. One person has occupied the upper berth in a coach and was not giving seat to anyone. Another person was trying to get a seat there. They fought bitterly. The other person dragged the first from the berth and threw his luggage to the floor of the compartment. Then he occupied the seat. After this, both of them were pacified. When destination arrived, both of them left me and went together towards exit of the station without giving even a glance towards me.
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