stopped their crying. Every now and then a well groomed business man popped in and had his shoes polished, before returning to his recurring hassle of his job. Every now and then they were looking in the direction of the train. There was lot of commotion. Porters were loading and unloading parcels from out of the parcel van. Mother Teresa was a person that was admired and respected. It was dawn and as the sun was rising, so was a brisk wind that every now and then swarmed through the dark station whisking away severely crumpled newspapers that on their round, the cleaners had missed with the dust pan and brush earlier that.
Great white pillars guard the entrance to the railway which hold hand crafted iron gates, that have been there since the place has been built, now rusting under the attack from rain. The big railway stations occupy a large area. Along the railway lines there are several platforms. On the main platform there is the station building. In it there are booking-offices where tickets of different classes are issued.
The waiting hall was full of passengers. I was amused at the sight of incoming and outgoing trains at various platforms. Usually the atmosphere is quiet and even sleepy when trains are off. There was a great rush in and out. Mother Teresa also teaches us that your. The hawkers were crying the names of their wares at the top of their voices. The railway platform was full of people. Mother Teresa is a hero through her determination, hum. Newspapers went up in the hot and clustered train compartment and people tucked themselves away in them for the duration of their journey even if they had already read it all, they would do anything to avoid the eye of a fellow commuter.