A JOURNEY BY TRAIN

A JOURNEY BY TRAIN 

In summer vacation, I decided to spend a few days with my cousin who lives in Karachi. After a good deal of persuation my father permitted me to go and gave me sufficient money. I packed my clothes and went to the railway station
              The train had arrived, l bought a lower class ticket and ran to the platform. A porter pushed me into a compartment. The door had been besieged by a crowd of passengers who were pushing each other.
               After paying the porter. I looked around the compartment. It Was full to capacity. Among them I found an old friend of mine. In the school he was well known for picking a quarrel with everyone. While we were greeting each other, the train whistled and began to move.
             Once again I searched the compartment to find a vacant seat, On one berth there were only three men. They had piled their luggage on it, too. I told my friend that if the luggage was removed, we could comfortably sit there. He said that he would not ask them, because they had helped him to enter the compartment.
             I took out a magazine and tried to read it. But could not read it. I was tired. My clothes were wet with perspiration . There were four fans in the compartment but no breath of air reached me..l put my head out of a Window and a gust of burning air slapped my face. I withdrew my head. The prospect of a long uncomfortable journey depressed me. I crused the time when I had thought of going to Karachi;
             By now I was desperate and ready to pick a quarrel with the devil himself. I walked up to the berth with only three men on it.e Without saying anything, I picked up their suit-cases and thrust them under the seat. "What are you doing?" one-of them shouted. "It is not your luggage," But by that time I was sitting on that berth. So I replied calmly. "You are right, that is not my Luggage". I beckoned my friend, and he came and sat down beside me. The three gentlemen did not ask me another question.
             The sun had set. The train had reached Rohri. I opened my Tiffin box and invited my friend and the three gentlemen to share my dinner. They readily accepted and unpacked their own dinner baskets, too. All of us enjoyed the meal. I was feeling sleepy, so I put my head on the back of the berth, and stretched' my legs. Before long I was fast asleep.
            It was broad daylight when my friend shook me roughly and said that we were reaching Karachi in a few minutes.