Since the narrator was blind, guessing what went on outside the window was a fascinating game to him.
The narrator thought so when the girl got off at Saharanpur and a new traveler boarded the compartment. The narrator sat in front of the window and started into the daylight that was darkness for him.
As the train reached the Sahara napur station, the narrator heard the shouting of porters and vendors outside and a shrill female voice near the carriage door, preassembling belonging to the girl’s aunt. There occurred a confused in the door way while a man was getting into the compartment. As the train was leaving Saharanpur station, the narrator precept the speed of the train, the song of the wheels and the groan of the carriage.