India is a vast country with a varied topography. As the train rushes through the wide space, one can feast one’s eyes on the shifting panorama-wide stretching fields of plain, dark-green clusters of trees and huge woodlands, misty blue hillocks on the far skyline, and every now and then one comes across peaceful villages, neat and natty cottages nestled under trees, women carrying water from near-by tank or river, and men cultivation the fields or grazing their herds of cattle. There is never a humdrum movement for those who have eyes to see and enjoy the varied beauty or the landscape. At night the dim peal of the train make vapid tone as the eyes close restfully in sleep and one is wafted to some magic dream-land.
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