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....she was amazed at the sight inside the train  , it looked more of a  small compact room with comfortable seats up and down  facing each other,  just below the  closed windows was a cabinet  cum table on which were kept  eatables fresh fruit and snacks,  there was another smaller door that was  shut,  every thing one needed was available except a hiding place,  she right then spotted two suitcases  in a corner by the door,  not certain what exactly she must do she crouched  behind them , it wasn't possible to stay hiding there for long,  but she had no other option,  

The evening unfolded itself to  a deeper darker night,  the compartment was properly  closed yet it was quite cold she thought,  the  train began moving,  some minutes later the inside door to the compartment opened and a stout short man  emerged,  she realized it was the washroom,  he almost  fell on a seat, he was dressed in comfortable loose salwar kurta , , he held a long fat generic homemade cigarette in his hand, she had never before seen such a cigarette of that dimension in life,  later she came to know it was called a cigar, he was  puffing it like a hukka 

She sat watching him from behind the suitcases where she had hid herself,  as long as he  kept sitting or lying against the back of tbe comfortable seat She was safe but if he got up she will be in his  direct view and caught,  the way he was sprawled on the seat she hoped he would quickly fall asleep