My Journey to Karachi by Train. The train is the fastest thing on earth. I had dreamt to travel by train for a long time. Our native city is Lahore. I decided to spend my last summer vacation with my uncle in Karachi the coastal city of Pakistan. After a good deal of persuasion, my father agreed to give me sufficient money for the journey.
I had fears that he might reconsider his decision. So the moment he agreed, I packed my clothes and a few textbooks and went to the station.
The train had arrived, I bought a lower class ticket and ran to the platform. A porter was kind enough to push me into a compartment through a window. The door had been besieged by a crowd of passengers who were pushing each other all over the platform.
After paying the porter, I looked around the compartment. It was full of capacity, some people were standing. Among them, I found an old friend of mine. In the school, he was well known for picking a quarrel with everyone who happened to be near him.
My Journey to Karachi by Train
While we were greeting each other, the train whistled and begun to move. Once again I searched the compartment to find a vacant seat. On one berth there were only three men. They had piled their luggage on it, too.
I asked my friend that if the luggage was removed, we could comfortably sit there. He said that he would not ask them to remove things, because they had helped him to enter the compartment.
I took out a magazine and tried to read it, but I could not t because I was tired. My clothes were wet with perspiration. There were four fans in the compartment but no breath of air reached me.
I put my head out of the window and a gust of burning air slapped my face. I withdrew my head. The prospect of a long uncomfortable journey depressed me. I cursed the time when I had thought of going to Karachi.
By now I was desperate and ready to pick a quarrel with the devil himself. I walked up to the berth with only three men on it. Without saying anything, I picked up their suitcases and thrust them under the seat.
“What are you doing?” One of them shouted. “It is not your luggage.” But by that time I had sat on that berth. I replied calmly, “You are right, that is not my luggage”.
I beckoned my friend, and he came and sat down beside me. That three gentlemen did not ask me another question. Our train had reached Rohri Railways station. I opened my tiffin box and invited my friend and three gentlemen to share my dinner.
They all readily accepted and unpacked their own dinner basket, too. We all enjoyed the meal. I was feeling sleepy. So I put my head on the back of the berth and stretched my legs. Before long, I was fast asleep.
It was broad daylight when my friend shook me roughly and said that we were reaching Karachi in a few minutes.