An Experience Suffused with Novelty




Last time, it was a magnificent journey from Howrah to Vellore. Even though, the destination usually seems to be long associated with medical treatment fundamentally, it was indeed an opportunity for a lifetime, not only to imbibe the entire essence of the travel by heart but also to explore how lenient and gentle the natural beauties are.

At about half past eleven at night, the Pondicherry Express blew its whistle and thus we commenced. Mamma, Daddy, Uncle Prabir—everybody was full of great excitement and so was I. Meeting so many passengers inside the train was truly a perfect delight for many of us. Each person wants to gossip with others for spending the time.

Daddy said, "Let's enjoy our dinner without further delay. So, what are we waiting for?"

The jerking feeling along with the cool gust of the November wind and the wholesome foods, like two boiled eggs with a pinch of salt for each and rice, all turned the feelings divine.

Uncle Manu, Auntie Ranu and others gave additional flavour to the travel. The receding houses, cattle and trees were a novelty to all and sundry, including to those who were voracious readers.

While sleeping with the heads on the air-pillows, it felt a bit uncomfortable indeed. Still, it was an impeccable splendour.

The next morning, the train crossed some of the sacred rivers, like Mahanadi and Godabari. The unending span and water beckons all of us even now.

Auntie Ranu said, "Look at the dazzling water; it is so rich in life."

Daddy replied, "My daughter is genuinely a lover of nature. Look at her; she is staring at the beauty."

When the vendors gave their trading cries, she purchased a packet full of delicious noodles for me.

The homemade dishes are always tastier and healthier to take, but at that time, the noodles tasted really mouth-watering, probably because of the utmost hunger.

Uncle Vikram gifted me a key-ring, which I am always very fond of even now.

Truly unforgettable are those colourful days of the long journey. Yes, they are priceless.

After getting down at the Katpadi Junction with much jostles and irritation, it was the time to part from the loving faces, with a mingling of both joy and sorrow.

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