When the guard blew the whistle and waved his green flag, the train started moving. I, keeping myself aloof, sat beside a window with a view to looking outside through the window. Soon leaving urban areas, the train was running through the green fields of the rural areas. I gazed and gazed at the houses, trees and meadows with a cheerful mind. Everything seemed to be running swiftly to the opposite direction. They came to my vision and disappeared in the twinkling of an eye.
I also enjoyed the mild jerking of the train and rhythmic sounds of the wheels. At about noon we arrived within the areas of Chittagong district. I felt great joy seeing the hills on either sides of the line, as I had never seen a hill before. After eight hours' journey, the train reached Chittagong railway station at about 3 pm. We got down from the train and went to my sister's house by a taxi.
I never forget the sweet memory of this journey. The scene of the memorable journey into my mind when I become tired of the mechanical urban life.
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