and smack dab in the middle of the city , facing the testosterone packed city stadium on one side and the estrogen laced womens government college on the other , resides rakh bagh a park spread out in a couple of acres , circumvented by a narrow rail track which in the years gone by was home to an open-toped single bogie toy train , the toy train that was once the stage where had performed gleeful smiles and excited shouts of the citys children supported by the joyful and satisfied countenances of their parents , one bringing limitless elation to the hearts of its passengers while it took them on dreamy rounds of rakh bagh in those idyllic summer evenings , now rests abandoned in some dilapidated wooden shack located in some slumberous nameless corner , a stage long vacated by its actors , and would have been long forgotten too , if it was not for that rusted old track it had left behind to perpetually remind us of its existence .