PART THREE :
Hour Two!!!
In an hour, there came a blind beggar in rags, who, to my surprise sang my favourite song and I realized that amidst all difficulty, there were happenings which were interesting and entertaining. I could vaguely remember a Eunuch who clapped hands and demanded for money fully knowing that all of us were firmly bonded to the small areas allotted to us and one person’s move would make three passengers on the diagonals to collapse like a pack of cards. It was quite strange as to how the above two people got space for locomotion between compartments. Something reminded me of the Hollywood movie “The Mummy” where the villain tiptoes into the heroine’s room in the form of fine sand through the keyhole and the scene where the library bookshelves fell like a pack of cards in a circular fashion. I knew that I was correlating my real life too much with the movie, but I loved it :)
Hour Three!!!
Time passed by in a rotten manner and I hated myself for being idle for nearly two hours though I had managed to make few conversations with a middle-aged man about the Campus Interviews in Engineering Colleges and the Reservation for OBC s. The 50,000 saree old woman’s grand-daughter seemed to like me so much as she loved me making funny faces that she pulled my hands and insisted me to sit down with her in the tiny space left out. ‘Poor Girl’, I thought. I can see her enormous love for me though the vacuum area was minuscule. I remembered how the little girl was refused a place at the end of the seat by a dogmatic fellow passenger an hour ago. The typical human mind-set, I thought again. Meanwhile, a person near the door managed to buy food packets for our family in one of the stations. I ate like a starved person struck in famine, which was so evident from the mirror which reflected the manner in which I finished the food packet:) Through the mirror, I had occasional glimpses of the guy with whom I almost fought with for my bag in the melee. I giggled to myself churning those moments in my mind.The train was nearing its destination and I heaved a sigh of relief by that very thought. My novel was still in my hands and I clutched my two bags and had a final look at the mirror. I looked dishevelled, but WHO CARES !!! :) It had been a tiring journey with three hours of standing in the same place and I swore that I will never make this UNRESERVED decision once more in my life. I made a huge call to my dad from the far end of the compartment and looked for my exhausted mom. I took her bag also and got down from the train. Standing in the platform, I felt I was breathing after a long time. I waited for my parents to get down from the train. We didn’t exchange even a single word between each other. We sat on the platform bench for a long time in profound silence ..
