Let me tell you one story, a story of acquisition of knowledge from the stranger, even a knowledge of one jaw-droping story of such avant-grade incident that ever has taken place in the Indian history after independence!(Guess what)
We immature kids were all set to go Goa, as usual every Indian youngster has a dream to go Goa with their group in their adulthood, so had we. It was the late night of August when we started our journey from the Baroda junction. We were supposed to depart at Madgaon of South Goa( Thank you to the conspiracy of time as all tickets Thivim from our starting point were reserved in train, and we had to choose Madgaon as our departing station). We didn't know that this different choice with helpless hands was going to be the biggest moment of our life..
When I woke up in the morning, found one aged uncle musing at the window of moving train, exactly in front of me . The surroundings had owned all colours of coolness at that time as clouds must have decided to hide the world in an appeasing manner. As nature spreaded natural smile on my face, he too smiled and wished me a morning. I just went outside to have the scenery, which was undoubtedly breath-taking. I asked to one tea-seller about exact location, who just got in from one station. He told me that we had just crossed the Panvel. Entering into dense jungle area by moving trai was the strange feeling we had never seen before. After witnessing that wordless nature, I came back to my birth with hot tea.