THE train leave the station with a long whistle which echoed back from the hills which can be viewed well from the station itself. My friend was thrilled as the train moved with a little jerk and started hissing to increase its speed. They do not have any destination. One of the four young passangers asked, where we are heading. My friend answered, whenever we will feel bore, we will ask the conductor to stop the train and then we will back home from there by another train. Then one of them said, trains do not have conductors but tity’s.