A Journey by Train

A Journey by Train Essay in English: The journey itself is a matter of joy but tiresome. Whether you travel by bus or by train, it is quite difficult but I always prefer to go by train than by bus because it is always interesting and exciting.

Last Sunday I got into the train al Lahore. I was bound for Rawalpindi. We passed through an interesting country and had good company throughout.

We passed many villages and cities, and a glimpse of these we had from a distance invested them with a peculiar charm. Fields and gardens with a cluster of fruit trees were passed. Birds flitted across the landscape. Tongas driven by way horses made us sensible of the advantage we had in our conveyance over those less fortunate travellers. The cattle wallowing in muddy tanks, the farmers ploughing the fields, idle people sitting and smoking under the village tree, the thatched huts, and the mosques were very interesting and picturesque sights. Children made faces at us and women and old men stared at us in wonder. Nor was the company inside less interesting. We had two or three very jolly men who entertained us with songs and witty remarks.

We changed at Jhelum. We found ourselves now in a different world, among people who spoke a different language and wore a different dress. The rush was very great, but we managed to make our way into a second class compartment reserved for the servants of first class passengers. The train was going up-hill. It rollicked on the rails on the brink of sleep hills, and our hearts trembled but we reached Rawalpindi safe and sound. It was a memorable journey.

At peak hours people try to board a bus whether there is any space in it or not. Travelling on foot boards is very common. It is very dangerous. But is does not deter any one. Pick pockets to have their day at such hours. Buses come and leave but the rush on the bus stop never decrease. More and more people keep on coming at peak hours.