The railway uncle
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It was yet another dusky day and
the Guwahati railway station was , as usual, filled up with hustling crowd of
passengers, some of which waiting for their trains, others standing at tea
stalls gulping down tea and discussing politics while some panicking at the
enquiry counter, overloading the enquiry guy with arrows of questions seconds
by seconds. The loudspeakers echoed together with the announcement of the
arrival of the train for which Mr.Baruah was eagerly waiting. Mr.Baruah was a
middle aged person, probably in his mid 40’s, a resident of Guwahati. He was
not accustomed to travel in a train as he could very well afford the luxuries
of a flight but the weather of Guwahati planned a surprise train journey for
him and out of adventure he decided to travel in sleeper class rather than AC
class. The train arrived and Mr.Baruah boarded it and got himself seated. Other
passengers also took their seats one by one and soon the train was packed up to
the brim, with hardly any space for anyone.