Train Journey from NJP to New Delhi

We had a fear in our mind of unfriendly people around the area before we depart but our driver was not that type. He made our journey memorable with Nepalese and Hindi music which has soothing melody to our ailing mind, after departing from our dearest one in Bhutan. He took us to the Bhutanese friendly restaurant where we had delicious food and pan from the pan shop nearby. But it was a tiring journey through the portholes and bumping road from Jaigoan to NJP. My friend Yangchen, hardly talk with me on that day and reasons being she was not feeling well physically and mentally because leaving her love ones.

 

It was 7:00 AM when we boarded on an Indian taxi from Jaigoan and by 11:00 we reached at New Jalpaiguri train station. The platform of the train station was full of noises and people were moving here and there with their own destinations and belongings. I said to Yangchen; still we have to wait for two hours as our train leaves only by 1:00 PM. We were waiting passionately for our train under the heat of sun and dirty smell of the surroundings. Interesting thing that we observed during that short period of time around the train station was; the children around the area were all consuming drugs. They were without slippers and shirts but with a brooms and plastics that they have collected to sell in the disposing agent. But the sad thing is that, those children were with plastic of dendrite and consuming without thinking of their life and future. I could not imagine their life because they were seems to be ruined and left out by their parents. Some were sleeping on the road side and some were on the steps.

 

In the mean time, the sound of our arriving train made us rush inside the train and boarded in our apartment. Yangchen was still not well she slept after having lunch in the train. I took out my laptop and started watching a Bhutanese movie called Yuegi Bu. I cried alone because the story has some connections with my personal life. It was all most 9: 00 PM and the waiter came with dinner but my friend Yangchen refused to eat. But we had our apartment mate who was a couple from Assam. Yangchen and myself were surprised to notice the couple eating with so many enjoyments as if they were competing with someone else. But I realized later, they were enjoying their Indian foods and they were traveling together (I mean the couple) which made their journey happy. The irony is that we were traveling alone leaving all our dearest one back home. The train moves on its speed until the next day till we reach the New Delhi Railway station.