The Maje stic Junction Written by Sachin Pandey The train slowed down with the sound of tossing and screeching of brakes and I peeked out for station. It was 6:35am in the morning and I was on the side lower berth, I swiftly slide the curtains, the raindrops were all over the window as It was mizzling steadily outside and I could see my train approaching the platform, increasing my avidity to know the station. The sound of stirring train approaching the platform was the same as a small hammer hitting the iron rod and through the blurred view of my window, I could see coolies running parallel to my train wearing bright Redshirt and copper armband and then slowly the soaring excitement of my eyes, to know the station was finally over. I saw the yellow concrete signboard which was 123.50 above sea level with some station name and wait I could see..... MAY...
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