he climbed down the stairs that ended on platform no. 6. he did not have the platform ticket, but it did not matter. he kept walking, glancing about his shoulders at the crowd. there were beggars, handicaps and more beggars and more handicaps. he was not the only down-trodden loser in his vicinity. he wondered why they do not find reasons enough to jump in front of the trains, he found one. and he was no beggar and all his organs (except liver maybe) worked just about fine.
he had faith on the announcements that predicted the train to arrive in a minute. a minute more. a very strange tickle ran over his body and shivered his soul. as if the soul is desperate to ooze out of this walking corpse and shift to something living; not just alive. a good novel, or a medium blockbuster movie could have been made on his life, he thought as he went through all the chapters swiftly. the merry days of his childhood, when he did not give a fuck. the confusions of adolescence, when he started noticing the girls and the girls started noticing him. unfinished stories, those which were buried long before and lied beneath the heaps for long, resurfaced in his mind once again.
but one story was prominent among them. for it started here. right here. and it will end here too. right here. he distinctly remembers, he was coming home from dehradoon. he had just got off from train, and she stood right in front of him. his old school crush. and for the first time, he felt shivers. he went to talk to her, she took some time to remember him, but they hit the chords. exchanged numbers. common love story. common cheating. common breakup. for her. for him and his fragile, weak heart, there was only one thing left to do. and thats where he is. platform no. 6.
the horn could be heard at a distance now. his heart, his preposterous heart thumped hard against his chest. he comes closer to edge, and cranes his neck to look for the light mounted on the head of the engine. it was just some meters away and closing in. should he jump right now and wait for the train to shred him into pieces, or should he wait for the train to come in front of him. that might be less painful, he thought as his eyes fell on something worth living for.
with train just some meters away and death some moments, his eyes fell on the other side of the platform. there might be a few reasons to be a coward, a loser and a small coverage in a newspaper. but, one reason is enough to live. and he was looking at her consistently. his heart got reset, and soul was revived. in other words, he delayed his short jump a few months ;)
he had faith on the announcements that predicted the train to arrive in a minute. a minute more. a very strange tickle ran over his body and shivered his soul. as if the soul is desperate to ooze out of this walking corpse and shift to something living; not just alive. a good novel, or a medium blockbuster movie could have been made on his life, he thought as he went through all the chapters swiftly. the merry days of his childhood, when he did not give a fuck. the confusions of adolescence, when he started noticing the girls and the girls started noticing him. unfinished stories, those which were buried long before and lied beneath the heaps for long, resurfaced in his mind once again.
but one story was prominent among them. for it started here. right here. and it will end here too. right here. he distinctly remembers, he was coming home from dehradoon. he had just got off from train, and she stood right in front of him. his old school crush. and for the first time, he felt shivers. he went to talk to her, she took some time to remember him, but they hit the chords. exchanged numbers. common love story. common cheating. common breakup. for her. for him and his fragile, weak heart, there was only one thing left to do. and thats where he is. platform no. 6.
the horn could be heard at a distance now. his heart, his preposterous heart thumped hard against his chest. he comes closer to edge, and cranes his neck to look for the light mounted on the head of the engine. it was just some meters away and closing in. should he jump right now and wait for the train to shred him into pieces, or should he wait for the train to come in front of him. that might be less painful, he thought as his eyes fell on something worth living for.
with train just some meters away and death some moments, his eyes fell on the other side of the platform. there might be a few reasons to be a coward, a loser and a small coverage in a newspaper. but, one reason is enough to live. and he was looking at her consistently. his heart got reset, and soul was revived. in other words, he delayed his short jump a few months ;)
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