The Silence
This was the first time I traveled in an AC coach. There was actually a kind of excitement in me, and it ended right the moment I entered into it. I actually hate bus travel because it gives me a kind of secluded vibe. And now in AC coach, I felt the same. Everyone was silent with their own business. Usually in sleeper coach me and my dad never stops our speech. The people near us will also speak with each other. Getting connected with new people is something I love very much. But in AC, everyone was sitting with their technical gadgets, especially with airdopes. There was actually silence in our compartment. I love eating food packed from home on the train. After entering the train, I often ask my dad for food until they give it to me. But this was the first time in my train travel that I denied eating. My mom told me that I should not tell her at midnight that I was feeling hungry. Considering her words, I ate some, but not to my utmost satisfaction. There was a black blanket and a white bed sheet for every passenger. Everyone spreads the black blanket and uses the bed sheet to cover themselves. Meanwhile, I didn't open the bed sheet, which was actually packed in a brown envelope cover. I just rolled myself inside the black blanket, which gave me a warm feel. Entering the coach, I told my dad I missed the sound of the train that I could hear in sleep. I always prefer the upper berth, but I don't know why I like it. There was a brother on the right side who was speaking with his friend and giggling throughout the call, and he literally looted my half-hour sleep because he kept his phone in speaker. Then I slept well and woke up at 7 o'clock. I never slept like this on a train. Usually, I get up at 5 o'clock. That was the maximum time, but this time I rolled myself inside a bear's fur and slept for a long time. And most importantly, the saddest part was that I couldn't capture any videos or photos properly because the window was closed and there was a kind of snow shade in the window.
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