I found an empty bench at the end of the platform and sat down. I love to sit on a railway platform and watch trains go by. It is like watching life flowing by. Some fast trains move around like a busybody off to an important assignment. They whistle shrilly to announce that they are passing by. Almost expecting everyone to stand up and take a bow.
Then there are other trains that are slow coaches. Like a village vagabond, they stop at every station. As if to say hello, shake hands and exchange pleasantries. Sitting on my bench, I stare at faces of travellers. Happy faces of a couple going on a holiday, sad face of a kid going to boarding school, anxious face of a new bride leaving her home.
These days, station security discourage me from sitting on platform. Fixed duration platform entry tickets have become mandatory. I cheat them by purchasing a travel ticket. Still, beyond a time, security men evict me.
Simple pleasures of life are also disappearing. Can a man survive without an addiction? Some drink, others smoke, a few gamble. Me, I like to sit on a platform bench and watch life go by.
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Photo Credit: C E Ayr
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