The long journey in the train gave me ample time to catch up on my reading and I was just on the verge of the climax of my thriller novel when the attendant informed me that we were fast approaching Danapur after which there is another 10 kilometers and the train would halt at Patna. I started to put inside all the little knick knacks that I may have taken out of my bag. I do not believe in frantically arranging things in the end moment so when I would be close to reaching Patna I should be able to come out of the train pretty fast. Patna was fast approaching and it was about 12:30 in the night; by God’s grace, the train was on time otherwise I would have been in the station at an ungodly hour. There was no dearth of commute in the railway station and I was able to quickly hire a taxi to Frontline Residency Patna.
In the night, the hotel façade gleamed beautifully. Looking very modern and all, I was told that it had facilities and services to match anyone.
That it had, I realized the moment I stepped into the lush lobby because even in the rather late hour, my check-in was done rather speedily and that impressed me quite a lot. I had been
forewarned that the hotel had no restaurants or food joints and I was aptly prepared and had made sure that I finish my dinner in the train itself. It paid off but another fact of the matter was
that even if there was one, I was so beat that I would not have taken the trouble of eating any. I crashed instantly in the comfortable bed with my luggage pieces unopened and all. The fatigue of
the journey had finally taken its toll.
The next morning when I opened my eyes in the Frontline Residency Patna, I was greeted with the shimmering rays of the sun peeking through the shades. The alarm bells in my head started to go off; who would want to waste a minute on vacations sleeping? Patna’s attraction, the Khuda Baksh Oriental Library awaited me.