After a month of cajoling, the college authorities finally gave in to our demands of organising a trip to Amritsar. It was our final year in the college, and so, the whole idea of visiting Amritsar with college friends seemed fascinating. We chalked out an interesting itinerary for the trip, got it approved from the authorities and were all geared up to enjoy the trip to the hilt.
The most awaited day came and I, along with my friends, was standing at the platform desperately waiting for the train to arrive. The chaotic vicinity of Delhi's Railway station never failed to enthuse me. Scores of people moving back and forth, porters carrying heavy baggage and monkeys, jumping over the railway tracks were hilarious sights to watch. After a few minutes, our train stamped in, creating a lot of noise and Commotion. At its halt, we rushed to enter the compartment and started vouching for opportune seats to sit. Within a few minutes, the train started moving. The excitement in the train gradually built up. The journey was a joyous one as everyone was busy singing songs, dancing and gorging on home cooked delicacies. Eight hours elapsed and we reached Amritsar-the city synonymous with patriotism and spirituality. The narrow lanes of the city reminded me of Chandni Chowk in Delhi. We stepped out of the railway station and hopped in the buses to reach our hotels. We were asked to freshen up before visiting the pious Golden Temple. Traditional attire was preferable there and so we all were ready in our suits with dupattas tied on our head. Our bus stopped a kilometre away from the temple. We had to cover the distance on foot. There was a guide along with us who briefed us about the ins and outs of the temple.