The railway station is a very noisy and dirty place. I have never been to one alone. Last week, I went to the station with my father to receive my uncle, who was coming from Pune.

We had to wait for the train, as it was late. The station was full of people. On the platform there were stalls for books, refreshments, newspapers, and small articles. Porters were rushing about with loads of luggage. There was a TC near the bridge, checking tickets. There were shoe shine boys with their polish boxes. Passengers were all around, some sitting and some standing.

An indicator displayed the arrival and departure of various trains. An announcer called out the same information over a public address system. The train finally rolled in. Uncle was pleased to see us. We helped him with his luggage, then we got into a taxi and came home.