I'm waiting for the train to come. Am I going somewhere? I don't know. I came to the railway station because I had no other place to go. I bought a ticket.......to Dhanbad!!! Where is it? Jharkhand! Why am I going there!! I have a piece of stamped ephemeral that allows me a seat inside the train to Dhanbad. Dhanbad because I stood in a queue ,and when the man behind the wicket asked me ,'where to', I said Dhanbad. I don't know Why of all the places i wantd to go, I had retorted, 'Dhanbad'. So here I am, at platform no 5 waiting for the train. I find myself a place to stand. I'm standing. I can feel people all around. I can see them but I choose to rest my eyes on the tracks. I can feel the hustle and bustle going around me, the people astiring behind me. I can hear them talk. I hear laughter and children crying but my eyes are too tired to look at them. The railway tracks soothe my eyes and my mind. I haven't felt so at peace with myself like the way i feel now. I am calm. I feel calm. Or do I? It is a feeling I cannot describe and my mind and head just won't let me. My senses are all drawn towards the track. My eyes marvel at the rusted iron tracks. I have a train to board and this train wil come,stop and go through this tracks. It glistens and soothes my eyes as if a drop of mint lulls my sore throat. My eyes rests at it. It is as if a divine intervention is about to take place. I stare at it but if you ask me about the details of that rickety rusty iron rail..i won't be able to tell you because i'm just staring and my eyes are glued to it. I can feel someone nudging me but i don't bother to turn around. I hear a voice but then there are many voices in the air. I stay still and i stare and i wait. I wait for the train to come. The commotion behind me is getting thicker I can feel it. I feel at ease. I feel a calmness amidst the ongoing excitement taking place behind me.I see the tremors on the tracks.. I hear the amalgamated noises and voices that heralds the arrival of the train. I lifted my rested eyes, and i ploddered towards the train.
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