12th March 2014, Journey back home :)

Apart from how my classic situation repeated itself, like at every homecoming - how I reached the station early and the train was late, there's still something about the journey I won't forget. As I was nearing Rampur, (hadn't reached there yet ), dad called me to tell that the train has been announced there and that I should make a move.(Because the train stops for only 2 minutes at Rampur and the prospect of me missing the stop scares him. Very much.) I was annoyed, of course and tired (of course!). I moved out of the cabin, pulled open the iron door (which took some effort) but what followed was something that made me forget the fatigue. I reconsidered being mad at dad :P Rampur station was not to be seen. In fact nothing could be. The night was dark. The breeze was beautiful. I felt it on my face. It felt beautiful. It was nothing short of a situation from a movie, a novel, nothing short of perfect. Me, standing at the door, looking out at things passing by quickly, everything made dull by the dark, except for the few times I could see the railway tracks. It was scary, weird and still great! :D 
The train halted, and I realised I was standing at the wrong door, the platform was on the other, the opposite side. Tried opening the opposite door, but couldn't. Crossed the joint between the two coaches (which scares me. Very much). To my good fortune the "correct" door was already open and I hopped down at the station. 


Till the time you don't find the right door, there's no harm enjoying the view from the "wrong" one :)