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The train journey always felt different to me. Today I will share one of my train journey experiences. I always try to sit by the window seat. The train had just left the city. Slowly, the concrete buildings disappeared. In their place came fields, trees, and open skies. The air felt lighter. The noise faded. And for a moment, everything felt still — even though the train kept moving.
I saw little villages pass by one after another. Small houses made of tin or mud. Old men sitting outside on wooden stools. Women carrying water in pitchers on their heads. Children waving at the train like we were their friends.
There’s something beautiful about these villages. They’re quiet, simple, and full of life. You see goats tied under trees, cows resting beside ponds, smoke rising slowly from a kitchen fire. You see green fields stretching far and wide, and little canals where people wash clothes or bathe. It feels like time has stopped there — or maybe it just moves slower, in a better way.
Inside the train, everything has its own rhythm. The people are gossiping softly, someone doing their work on the laptop, someone's listening to songs and watching movies. The tea sellers are doing their things. And honestly, that little cup of hot tea tastes better on a moving train than anywhere else.
I didn’t even touch my phone for most of the ride. I just looked out, thought about life, and felt calm. There’s a kind of therapy in watching the world go by without doing anything. You don’t have to be anywhere fast. You don’t have to stress. You’re just there. Sitting. Moving. Watching.
One thing I noticed during the journey is how different train travel feels from other ways of moving. Buses get noisy and bumpy. Cars get stuck in traffic. But trains? They glide. And you don’t feel trapped. You can walk around, stretch your legs, stand near the door and feel the breeze if the window’s open. It gives you space — not just physical space, but mental space too.
Everyone’s going somewhere, carrying their own stories, their own reasons for traveling. But for those few hours, you all share the same track, the same view, the same moment.
Train journeys also remind me of how beautiful my country is. Not the city buildings or shopping malls — but the real beauty. The kind you find in fields of yellow mustard flowers, or in a kid playing with a tire on a dirt road, or in the way an old couple sits quietly under a tree watching the sunset.
And it’s cheap. That’s another thing. You can travel long distances without spending a lot. But the value isn’t just in saving money — it’s in gaining moments. You come back from a train ride with more than just photos. You come back with little stories, little feelings, and a clearer mind.
I think everyone should take a train ride once in a while, just to feel grounded again. Sit by the window. Don’t bring books or headphones. Just look. Think. Breathe. Let the villages pass by like pages in a storybook.
Next time if you are planning to travel by bus my recommendation will be to skip the bus and take the train just once. Let it slow you down in the best way possible. You’ll see more. Feel more. And maybe, just maybe, remember who you are again.
