The wait at Railway station

Well its not only Railway Station. Its place to enjoy watching people. Full of activity. Nonstop. Hawkers, and wheelers. And Cleaners and Coolies. There are seats which get busy whenever a train arrives, so you wouldn't mind sitting on the bottom floor however dusty it can be. In tropics it gets easily dusted. There is lots of dust in the air. Oh where ever you name it, you will find it. The arrival of the trains would shake up the station. Giving out intense vibrations. It felt somehow thrilling to watch the big black engine from so near. It looked so hot. The brilliant white steam rushing off the engine vents and making a whistling sound so penetrating. You couldn't see the drivers, they were in the rear of the engine, almost invisible. The trains arrival would be announced in hindi and english several times. Passengers would crowd. And so would tea-sellers, samosa, pakoda, and magazine and newspapers sellers. The tea-sellers were so wild, and agile, and nimble that would board the train before it would stop, so as to get in before passengers. Then there was a beautiful turmoil to get in and out of the train. Lots of pushing. And yelling. Struggling to make their way in out. You got to be tough to board or to get down.