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Kamban and Manavalan are friends in the hostel studying for a degree course at the college. He came and wanted to see Manavalan's village. He accompanied him in one of his biscuits, and they boarded the run for the express train from Chennai Egmore Railway station. The following day, they reached Trichy. "Oh, have we reached Trichy?" wondered Kamban, hurriedly packing his suitcase. Both took their suitcases and got off the coach. Slowly, they walked onto the platform and reached the exit gate. They came out after the Ticket collector collected their tickets. They slowly left Tiruchirappalli railway station and reached the bus stop. From there, they got the city bus to the Central Bus Terminus. The bus reached the terminus within a few minutes, and both got off. Both had tasty ginger tea in a neatly maintained tea stall on the platform. Then, they moved towards the Salem bus corridor to go to Manavalan's village. Both heard one conductor shout, "Musiri, Thottiyam, Namakkal, Salem; Musiri, Thottiyam, Namakkal, Salem." Upon hearing that, Manavalan pointed to the Salem bus, "Kamba, we will get onto that bus." Slowly, both moved towards that bus and boarded. They put their suitcases in the luggage loft and sat comfortably in the three-seater seat. Both talked about the spacious bus terminus. Kamban appreciated the cleanliness and said, "Long live Swachh Bharath." "Oh, my God! How big it is! The trees and plants on both sides of the road and the canopy formed by the trees are marvellous. After seeing the greenery of magnificent beauty, even an ordinary educated person travelling this way will become a poet and start authoring poems about the river Cauvery, surrounded by trees and plants with colourful flowers. Manavala, the road I must travel to my village, is full of red soil lands. You could not see greenery at all. Up to the eyesight could reach, and you could see red soil lands only, dry lands without water with hundreds of feet deep wells. I like t