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Falling from the Train

The Railways' importance in India

The Indian trains and railways have long been a source of fascination for railway enthusiasts as well as Indiophiles. Who doesn't know how the British administration built a huge railway network in order to get around the sub-continent efficiently? Not to mention transport the Indian treasures such tea, precious stones, etc straight to the ports to be shipped off to England.

But for us today, in India, the railways are the main form of transport for nationwide travel. In a land of large distances and close family ties, the railways offer affordable and usually safe travel facilities, keeping family members in touch over long distances. Not to mention keeping the wheels of commerce rolling.

Indian Railways have a major role in the life of the average Indian
I Fell from the Train

We went to Char Bagh Railway Station in Lucknow last week, to see off our daughter. She was returning on the Lucknow Mail train to college in Delhi, after the winter break. As we reached her seat in the carriage, we met the friends with whom she'd be travelling and started chatting. So easily distracted, we totally forgot where we were. Until we noticed that the train had started moving! We hastily said our goodbyes, moving towards the carriage door. My husband quickly jumped out and ran alongside the train, holding my hand. I was still officially on board.

"Jump," he urged. "I have you." Whatever move I made, I jumped and found myself sprawled on the railway station platform, having landed on the ground, on my left side, still holding my husband's hand. No bones broken, thank God, but one couldn't help but feel highly embarrassed. A friend was waiting outside to give us a lift home. I phoned my daughter from the vehicle on the journey home, making light of the incident. It was the only thing I could do, really.

Reflecting on the Fall from the Train

Quite late in the night, I noticed my husband was still wide awake. That's unusual for him.

"What's the matter?" I asked. "Can't you sleep?"

"I'm still in shock over your falling out of the train," he replied. "You could have fallen right under the wheels. I can't believe you're okay."

Fallen under the wheels? The thought hadn't even occurred to me. And to be honest, I'd really rather not think about it.

Well, wouldn't you?

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  1. Straight off the cuff, I am shocked at the misadventure. In fact, you should think about it so that you don't repeat it again.

    1. I'll be wary of trains in the future for sure.


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