An awful trainstop at Bheela village

Someone pulled the chain. The steel wheels of the speeding train came to a screeching halt. It was fun for us teenagers. Middle of grasslands. And we got off the train like many others. Inspecting what's around this piece of rails. Rocks, and Soil, and beaten animal paths. We could see some cycle man coming from far away. With bundles of dry wood behind them. There were trees a little distance away. A perfect location to spend the mid-day hours. A well nearby for cool water. And mild wind to take away the sweat. Few of them seemed to be fruit-laden. But they were not mature enough to be picked. We walked around the place. And stopped the cyclemen. They informed us that it is the Bheela village, about a mile away. The Bheels used to live there. They are strong sturdy man. And they don't like to be intruded. This all the more rose curiosity amongst us. We gotta check these weirdos out. What the fuck! So we decided that we would take our bag packs and would do a few mile walk to their place. They won't kills us atleast. All we are, are travellers.