THE RAILWAY STATION
The car honked outside the house and I hurried down the steps Staggering under the weight of my friend’s sourcase. I gladly placed the luggage in the dickey of the car and took my place inside. My friend has already settled down for the long drive to the station. Then the car moved.
On our arrival at the station, the hands of the lock on the top of the building showed five minutes passed of to eight. The moon lights flickering on and off. Somehow urgent me into action. I hurried to the counter and bought a platform ticket for myself and my friend had already booked himself in Bombay Awrah express which was due in half an hour time.
As we entered the platform, we caught sight of a wender fring something. It seemed delicious. The strong Aroma of coffee drowsed my appetite and I coaxed my friend to have a snack. While we were eating a porter trundled a trolley passed us, Somewhere in the yard and engine hooted and this combining the snack filled me with a sense of bliss.
The Loudspeaker cracked and came to life. A voice announced the Bombay Awrah express late. It is scheduled to arrive at the station 35 minutes late. As the voice died down, I felt elated and took my friend along. I went up to the first-class waiting room even though it was called It was not a pretty sight. The fans were not working, the people lay here and there reading or sleeping. The sofa and bed cushions looked as though they had been ravaged by a wolf. The huge center table had been turned into a caught for many occupants of the room. We would not tolerate this suffocating atmosphere and left room for the platform.
On the platform, I whiled away the time by looking at the posters of the film running in the town. Suddenly, the whole atmosphere changed. There was a clavered of the bell, the rumbling of passengers as they dashed towards the train as it was steaming in. Its headlight belongs with brilliance. The passengers literally fought for their place in the compartments. My friend had the good fortune of not having to join. He got into the first-class compartment. The train hooted, started chucking then rumbled out towards its destination. I stayed for a moment, then walked off the platform. I realized that I too had wanted to live with my friend. From the overbridge, I could see a shop moving fast in the distant darkness carrying my friend in it.
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