My Travel remembrance
Once I was traveling, some four or five years back, I was alone, My train will come only after two hours, the small local railway station was empty, the darkness started, time was evening 7 -30 likes that, I sat alone on the corner of the railway station in a wooden bench. Just watching what I can saw there, there was a big banyan tree; some heaps of metals for railway tracks, heavy sounds of night birds they were settling for sleep in the banyan tree. Thats all. After some time a long man, more than 60 years, came walk through the platform, he was bearing an old heaped cotton bag in his head and a iron pot with a hang, just like a bucket in his hand. The bucket contains potatoes. He came and sat next to my bench, How I don’t know, some way my mind was attracted to that mans figure, so I just started watching him. He collected three stone and some scrap woods from there and here and made a fire, Put the potato bucket in the fire and added some water , the potato boiled , then he sat there peeled the potato and slowly eaten.
I have seen that there were lot of stories in his eyes. The face is stoned .I think he may have a lot of memories with him.
Once I was traveling, some four or five years back, I was alone, My train will come only after two hours, the small local railway station was empty, the darkness started, time was evening 7 -30 likes that, I sat alone on the corner of the railway station in a wooden bench. Just watching what I can saw there, there was a big banyan tree; some heaps of metals for railway tracks, heavy sounds of night birds they were settling for sleep in the banyan tree. Thats all. After some time a long man, more than 60 years, came walk through the platform, he was bearing an old heaped cotton bag in his head and a iron pot with a hang, just like a bucket in his hand. The bucket contains potatoes. He came and sat next to my bench, How I don’t know, some way my mind was attracted to that mans figure, so I just started watching him. He collected three stone and some scrap woods from there and here and made a fire, Put the potato bucket in the fire and added some water , the potato boiled , then he sat there peeled the potato and slowly eaten.
I have seen that there were lot of stories in his eyes. The face is stoned .I think he may have a lot of memories with him.
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