The train 🚂🚋🚃 chugged into the sleepy little station and squeaked to a lazy halt. The cool morning breeze nature carried the fragrance of neem trees. Streaks of red in the sky ☁ heralded the arrival of yet another beautiful day, filled with hopes and surprises for everyone, including me.
My brother and I were among the few passengers who got down from the train. With a smile 😊, an old porter collected our luggage and proceeded towards the exit. With disappointment😞, I quietly followed my brother who had already picked up a conversation with the porter.
"Hello! Aren't you both the Grandchildren of our village head? Have you come here for a vacation🏖?"
Saying so, the old man placed our luggage in the Bullock🐂 cart which was waiting for us.
"See you later, my sister, had come to spend her vacation here. If you have some time, please show her the beauty of our village. I will return after a month, but she will stay here for a good three months."
My brother helped me into the cart and then he climbed up...