Visit to my Uncle's place

Ferozabad is small industrial town. From running train you could get a glimpse of small and big chimneys setting off black and white smoke in the air. When you get down, you can see a lot of coal being unloaded from the good's train on the yard. The exciting part was that my uncle used to live there. His home was like 2 miles from the station. We would walk to his home. And the way went through all sort of twisted, and turning roads. And then finally we'd need to cross vast open lands, deserted. My uncle wasn't a rich man. He used to live in quarter type home. And he had his make shift shop of selling miscellaneous candies, cigrattes, bidis, pan masalas, tobacco, and many others. He was very old. But we found it intersting to watch things in his shop and the shoppers who would come abd buy stuff. We'd come home and ask him all sort of questions. It never seemed life could be so simply lived.