Oh Gosh.... Whrz the Shamiyana

All throughout the wait at Patel Chowk, Mr. TL kept on saying this tempo has the Shamiyana inside it.You will feel like in a Mahal. But when it opened the door, no one could find the Shamiyanas. Either Mr. TL fooled us or the transporter fooled Mr. TL. The second one has a higher probability.
Now was the time to load the bags on the roof top of our wagon.After a while I followed people entering the wagon. Imran sir made the first voice saying its not that bad, infact a good one.I seconded his opinion as the interior was fabulous with curtains, carpet, good AC, and above all a projected LCD. Now no one, I guess, is missing the Shamiyana.

Sabar ka phal meetha hota hai

In BTW, I missed to described the driver who was to drive us all throughout these four days and seeing him at first sight, I also got the reason while Mr. TL was moving out of our sight while conversing with him on phone. He was a true tapori with a massive built covered with his usual stinky driver dress.His eyes were symbolically threatening us not to do any nuisance. That look of his was a terrible pain.