Kabir was travelling to Chittagong with his mother. Although the train started late, it was running very fast. The compartment was overcrowded. Kabir somehow managed two seats for him and his mother. As they settled down, Kabir started observing the other passengers. People were pushing, jostling and elbowing one another. The compartment was virtually a battlefield. The passengers were quarrelling and pushing. There was a great noise. All the doors and the windows were blocked. It was suffocating to sit there. Children were crying. A beggar began to sing loudly. Then he begged for money. A hawker sold his goods. Some of them started playing cards. After a few hours, we reached our destination.