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.

Chaotic noises fill the inside: the quick paced footsteps of travellers searching for
their train or train times and the frantic voice of the announcer alerting people where
to go. Amongst the myriad of confused people, there stands a frail old lady, her hair
a delicate grey colour like when, on a cloudless night, the moon shines upon water.
Glasses perched on nose, she scans the plethora of train facts and figures to try
locate the stand where her train is. To the right of the old lady, next to an out of date
dull red phone box, there sits a sleepy beggar who smells like a unpleasant
concoction of alcohol and vomit. Grasping his cup, the man pleads for spare change
from passers-by. Speech slurred, no one understands him and they walk quickly on
by. The sadness which the beggar is feeling at this point intoxicates the room like ink
in water. Later on as the day draws to a close, the once busy station is now a ghost
town. Rail workers pack their bag and return to loving families whereas for the night
watchers the day has just began. The sun climbs down turning everything orangey
chrome colour and short sharp breezes continue to turn the litter into the only thing
being heard. In the distance, a final train, probably with no more than 20 people on it,
can be spotted. Mice dart from shadow to shadow quite noticeably yet sneakily. The
station now waits for another day of people to come.

I first saw the Train station on a miserable, wet day in London. The stairs leading
down to the under ground were Damp and dirty from Peoples foot prints. The
handrail was even more gritty, There was chewing gum underneath, Old Train ticket
stuck to the bottom and Spray paint along it. The smell was unbearable, it smelt like
3 month old curry and garlic mayonnaise. When you open your mouth you could
even taste the curry. The sound of the station was seriously terrifying, The sound of
Rumbling train tracks, screeching breaks and the muttering of Thousands of people
entering the Train Station. In the corner there were some young dancers Busking for
money. One of them was wearing a strange hoodie with a zip going all the way up to
the top of the hood. The Sound of the music was getting queiter as the big crowd of
Business men and women were scampering to get a Seat on the train. As the train
arrived the sound of thumping feet got louder as more People came down the stairs.
As the seconds went by more and more people arrived and left, then a fight broke
out. The fight lasted for about 5 minutes until a police Man came and arrested both
of the boys. Then there was a quiet muffled voice saying "welcome to London my
Italian Friend". The sound of sirens got quieter and quieter as it drove away into the
distance. Then there was a cry of laughter as a young girl was getting tickled by her
dad. A beam of happiness shone from her smile, the world is full of kindness for her
but for us it is full of war and hate

The hustle and bustle of the ordinary public hurled its way into the calm, collected
station. Information boards began to rustle and the sounds of trains departed from
what was now like another world, the smelly crammed station that had lost all its
sense of dignity was now ready and waiting for what the day had in store. When
people boarded the train that was due to take them to their destination it was like
they had no concept of what was going on around them, completely oblivious to all
the other passengers. Newspapers went up in the hot and clustered train
compartment and people tucked themselves away in

At the platform a large number of passengers are waiting for the train. Some of them
are sitting on the benches. Others are sitting on the bare ground or on their own
boxes or trunks. Some are going up and down the platform. Every now and then they
look in the direction from which the train is to come. When the distance single light is
yellow, all feel happy. They are now certain that the train must come in short time. As
soon as they catch sight of the smoke rising from the engine, they get ready and
stand up. Some passengers carry their bundles on their heads, while others hold
them under their arm pits. Some whose luggage is too heavy to be carried by them,
engage coolies for this purpose. Scene at the arrival of the train :

When the train arrives, all are anxious to get and occupy a seat. The passengers
who want to get down at the station open the doors. Others who are to get into the
train, try to get into the train. Thus a deadlock is created. After better counsels take
place the in-going passengers make way for the out-going ones and let them pass.
There is on room enough for a few passengers in every compartment, but not
enough for all the passengers. Thus who get in, sit in their seats or remain standing.
Other run up and down the platform to find a vacant seat. When they fail to get any
seat inside, they catch hold of the handle outside some carriage and stand at the
footboard. After the departure of the train :

When the train has left, the crow melts away. The hawkers go to some other
platform. They no longer cry. The watermen go to their cabins. The station staff retire
to their rooms. The platform which was full of life a minute before. becomes a dull
place.