suddenly all the co-passengers became alert...
it was a cold winter morning... and I was traveling by a short-distance train on the way to my hometown...
having studied in Kolkata, the train between Kolkata and Purulia became almost like my second home...and every time I travelled by these trains, it gave me a sense of joy and belonging...while sipping the hot tea in the clay cup, I felt like going back in the time machine...
I have not travelled a lot...
maybe my point of view is incorrect...
however I must say to know the actual Bharat, one has to travel by local trains and short-distance trains in Bharat...It portrays the true picture of Bharat...starting from the Chaiwalas (the tea vendors) and the Jhalmuriwalas to the Cobblers and the Baul artists (in Bengal) - all of them are a part of this picture ...
The cucumber vendors, the hawkers, the magazine vendors, the students, and the daily office-goers are an integral part of this little Bharat...
I have travelled by train in Singapore, Japan, and the USA...
Everywhere it gave me a different feeling and I wondered about the smooth ride and the perfect timings...
however, the journey on a local train in Bharat is altogether different...
it's not because of a smooth ride...
it's because of the people who ride the train...
it's not plastic... it's very lively...of course, one has to open up his mind to enjoy this journey...
one may bump into a long-lost friend and shout
"Bondhu ki khabor bol... kotodin dakha hoyni..."
the compartments may lack air-conditioned facilities and the compartment windows may not be soundproof... but one has to look outside the window to feel the gusty air and the lush green...
that's the true Bharat, indeed...
So.... here I am... enjoy the song...
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