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a nostalgic fitit was perhaps a midnight in the summer of 1979; me and my father had to spend several hours at bhatni junction. I had come from Pakistan with my father to visit his native village, aksaray, balthra road in ballia district. After the dawn, i witnessed a strange alluring scene, the sun was still to emerge, yet the rays created a deep reflection on the tracks that were all around both the sides of the platform. "Isn't it strange, dad," i said, and my father corrected me:"It's rather beautiful my son." After sometime, a train reached the platform; we boarded it, and a not-very-long journey brought us to Balthra Road station, and we got down. "Your grandfather's village is about two kilometer from here," said my father, putting the luggage on a cycle-rickshaw hired to take us to our origin from this small station.(Posted by guest: nusrat amin) posted to Bhatni Junction. at Sun Aug 24 13:00:00 EDT 2003. |
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