MY journey to india part-3

journey to india

When i reach jalpaiguri. all things are new for me.. the environment, the people , the language etc. Then i asked to the sumo driver for Train station; then the drivers show me the the train ticket counter. Then i opened my bag and see the map of koilakhat. i think that , i will tommorrow...........

 i will reach that place. There are many peoples are talking each other. but i am feeling so boring and the irritating with them. They are speaking loudly. They are making too much noise. Then i decided to take the train ticket. Then i went in line . after 20 minute i get my turn to take ticket. i talk in english with the staff of counter,"Can you talk in english?". he replied ,"yes !sure". Then i asked ,"can i take a train ticket?" "which type of ticket? he asked . i can't reply which type of ticket and i didn't have listen which type of ticket cause this is first journey in train naa.. i got silence. he look at my face and again asked," general or standard?" i feel some easy ? i choose general. Then he asked my "can you tell me. where are you going?" i look the map and tell him guhawati . i have listend that from guhawati must to  change the bus. he gave me general ticket and i give him 115 indian currency (I.C)

Then i look at ticket. 

       my train arrival time is in 6:00 pm. I can remember, in my ticket there is written platform no. 1. i climb in a bridge. but don't know where to go . Then i start to search\ plaform no . 1 but didn't find, where is platform no. 1? then i asked a old man? where is platform no? he show me the platform no. 1. i am feeling so tired and sad in that time. i am remembering my family and my destination. i have no idea where to go ? but i am going. and i sit down in the platform. bad smell is coming from the train league. i saw a boy is selling tea. i buy a tea and start to drink . i listend someones are speaking in nepali. then i went to them , i introduced with them but they told me they are returning from shilong. Then peoples are start to running i don't know why? but they are shouting . come fast. "kanchanjanga express" is comming in platform no.1 i listend in speaker. i guess that my train is comming . i look the ticket and fixed. Then i also start to run with the people and climb in a dibba. i am eating fry maize in a seat . a fat man come to me and say show me your ticket. I show him, then he told me,"this is my seat. your seat is in general " In to the last i found general and seat. all seats are packed. peoples are looking at me. 

The train is moving on. The nights also moving on. Somebody are climbing and somebody are getting down. in the midnight i listened two peoples are talking Nepali. and i asked to them ," are you Nepali? " they told me,"yes!where are you going?" i told them ,"shilong", (i decieve them , i am going to Koilakhat) shilong where?" i get silence. i don't know where? but my one friend is there and he will come to take me in train station. " again i told false them. "do you have his mobile number?" i told them. "i have not Indian number so that i havenot his mobile number. but he will come in station" again i said confidently but feeling hesitating to telling the false thing. then they look at my face and smile. maybe they are thinking,"what a psycho guy!" they buy boil egg. Then give me one. "brother take this" i feel shy but take one. i can't sleep in that train because there is too much crowd and peoples are talking loudly in their own language. i am looking outside from the train window. I feel so difficult journey in that. i attach in narrow space in the seat. the traing is moving on with the sound"tuuuuu..................." In the morning tym 7 a.m. the train drop me at Guhawati. 

then the Nepali two brother asked me,"where is your friend?" i said them,"maybe in waiting room." . Then i shake their hand for last time. Then they went to shilong And i went to the train platform. My mind is so hanging . Not feeling well . Everything is new. Everyone is new for me. ....... 

To be countinued........................... in part three

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