In plain words
It stopped at Kamalapuram station.
At that time I was studying at Kamalapuram. What study? A mad study! In class, two boys called Ramesh and Suresh sat on either side of Me. Ramesh's father was the sheristadar. They were very wealthy people. Every evening those boys and I would go together towards the railway station. Sitting there, we would talk over many spiritual matters. In those days there were not many trains; one or two a day would travel that way. We went and sat in the station. They were asking some questions, and I was giving the answers. Just then, from the train window, Messing saw Me. While the train was still moving he opened the door and jumped, and fell down. Ramesh and Suresh: “Oh, poor man! He may have broken a leg,” they said. “Nothing has happened to him. Who is he coming for? He is coming for Me alone. So no mishap will befall him. Just keep quiet,” I said.
He did not have so much as a bag in his hand. Looking at Me, he was shedding tears of joy. Ramesh and Suresh saw that sight. In those days children were afraid that white men would come, carry them off by force and put them in the military. So, as Messing came towards us, Ramesh ran home. To his father: “Father! Some white man has come to carry off our Raju. You must bring the jeep at once,” he said. He came at once, picked Me up and seated Me in the jeep: “Raju! I will take you to your home later, but first let us go to our house,” he said, and took Me to their house. Messing too came, right behind the jeep. For a long time he sat right in front of their house. Whenever I came into sight, he laughed, called out, looked at Me and said this and that. But the people of that house, holding that we must not talk with the British, shut the doors. At that time Seshama Raju was working as a teacher in that same village. “A white man is waiting outside our house to take Raju away.