Second class railway travel in our country is very troblesome. Second class passengers are packed in trains tightly. Sometimes, people, who have come to see their relatives off, are pushed in. The relatives are left out.

Sometime back, I had to take a train to go to a distant town. There was overcrowding everywhere. It was very difficult to buy the ticket. The platform was full of people and luggage. People threw their luggage and themselves into the coming train. The train stopped. There was an attack on it from the platform. I had to join this attack. I squeezed myself and my box into a second-class carriage. I was tight-pressed by the passengers all round. I did not know where my box was then. The fan overhead was out of order. I perspired, panted, felt giddy. The train started. Old people groaned. Children cried. I stood where I was. I spent seven hours like that. I had no rest. no food, no drink, no fresh air.

The train arrived at my town. All the other passangers got out to change into another train. I, too, came out. But my box was missing.