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Ladies Special

Feb 13, 2023
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By Heena Bhati



A journey from Bhayander to Churchgate by a ladies special train reminds me of so many memories.


I have seen people from different states, religions and cultures traveling together like they are a family. Those who travel daily and sometimes miss the train, then it seems, “ohhh today they will not get all of them.”


A feeling has been added from the far end of the train to the seat and window. The movement of the wind coming from that moving train, then stopping that train at the station, meeting some other new faces fills a different enthusiasm in us.


Then suddenly there is a voice in that crowd, "Take care of home and have breakfast for 10 rupees in train" And many hawkers keep coming like this to sell something or the other.





Every festival, whether it is Diwali or Eid, everyone believes so excitedly that we do not understand where the address is from.


As every day some adventure happens in the life of all of us. If one day someone is missing in the group then she is remembered from morning till evening.


Every single day, we get to see and hear something new, sometimes sorrow and happiness,

If someone is upset with the mother-in-law of the house, then everyone keeps quarreling with the boss of the office, but those things become so beautiful among everyone that our station comes, don't know. our journey continues.


Ladies' special train takes us all to Safely and then reaches our destination without any delay. Still, there are some of us who are ashamed to tell that they travel by train. Because it is public transport because it saves our time and because it saves us money.


If it's a shame then I do want to wear this shame.


By Heena Bhati






































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