"The train leaves at 9.55. Come on hurry up!" I hear my mother shouting. As I climb down my hotel stairs my mother had already loaded her bag and herself in the auto. My kit bag was too heavy that I almost fell down at the auto driver's feet. He hurrily loaded my bags too into the auto. I let myself in and we were tightly packed and ready to bounce off to the station. We reach the station at 9.10, plenty of time left for us before our train, Rani Chennamma arrives. I found the cool breeze torturing as i was feeling too sleepy and just want to lay back myself. I didn't know the time that flew as i watched the dogs there in the station. Most of them were too skinny and all of them had one or the other skin desease on them. I wished that i could just take them all to a place of my own, nurture them and love them. Dogs. I just stood there thinking what i could possibly do in future to save the strays while the train honked its way to the platform no:2.
Amma had already taken her bags, i sprinted towards her and took mine too. As the train went by we both squeezed our eyes to identify the coach A2. We succeeded in finding A1 that we walked to that direction hoping to find our coach adjacent to it. The croud were like shrubs that wouldn't make way for us. We had to bang on forward with our luggages. I totally hate the feeling i get in crowded places. We reach A1 and we happily read the board on the next coach and the next and the next one, A2 is nowhere to be seen. We ask one of the ticket collectors and he points to the other end of the train. Another coach is being attatched it seems. Amma and I exchanged looks and finally decided to RUN!! We ran through the crowd with our heavy bags. Man I had a hell of a time. My already sore back was really painful under the heavy kitbag. Amma has got speed i say. Though she had a rolling suitcase, running in that cold through the crowd would have been really hard at her age. She did a far better job than me. She reaches the end of the train and turns back to look at the sprinting me. An expression of horror on her face. There was no damn coach being attatched. SHIT. We asked the guard who stood there staring us down where the hell the coach A2 was and he points to the other end of the train. I wanted to run right onto him and punch him right on his nose. I was gripped with rage that all i could do was nothing.
The train honks. "The train is leaving amme!!" We decide to let ourselves into the compartment that was right there where we stood. We got in and got our breaths back. We discussed of things that we could do while the TT arrived. Amma and me just pounced on him with all our rage. He with a lot of diplomacy assured to settle us into another AC coach.
We waited another 20 minutes for the next stop. I was completely out of charge by then. My watch showed 11.45. Though we wanted an explanation of why all this happened, both of us could not raise our voices anymore that night.
The next stop came and both of us walked our way down to our renewed seat numbers, 37 and 47 in coach B2. I stuff the bags under the seat, slumps down on the birth, wishing amma good luck as the TT comes. Luckily the TT arrived soon enough that amma also could doze off.
That night was the result of what? Bad railway or our carelessness? We both never bothered to check on it. It all ended in the sleep as an annoying nightmare.
Amma had already taken her bags, i sprinted towards her and took mine too. As the train went by we both squeezed our eyes to identify the coach A2. We succeeded in finding A1 that we walked to that direction hoping to find our coach adjacent to it. The croud were like shrubs that wouldn't make way for us. We had to bang on forward with our luggages. I totally hate the feeling i get in crowded places. We reach A1 and we happily read the board on the next coach and the next and the next one, A2 is nowhere to be seen. We ask one of the ticket collectors and he points to the other end of the train. Another coach is being attatched it seems. Amma and I exchanged looks and finally decided to RUN!! We ran through the crowd with our heavy bags. Man I had a hell of a time. My already sore back was really painful under the heavy kitbag. Amma has got speed i say. Though she had a rolling suitcase, running in that cold through the crowd would have been really hard at her age. She did a far better job than me. She reaches the end of the train and turns back to look at the sprinting me. An expression of horror on her face. There was no damn coach being attatched. SHIT. We asked the guard who stood there staring us down where the hell the coach A2 was and he points to the other end of the train. I wanted to run right onto him and punch him right on his nose. I was gripped with rage that all i could do was nothing.
The train honks. "The train is leaving amme!!" We decide to let ourselves into the compartment that was right there where we stood. We got in and got our breaths back. We discussed of things that we could do while the TT arrived. Amma and me just pounced on him with all our rage. He with a lot of diplomacy assured to settle us into another AC coach.
We waited another 20 minutes for the next stop. I was completely out of charge by then. My watch showed 11.45. Though we wanted an explanation of why all this happened, both of us could not raise our voices anymore that night.
The next stop came and both of us walked our way down to our renewed seat numbers, 37 and 47 in coach B2. I stuff the bags under the seat, slumps down on the birth, wishing amma good luck as the TT comes. Luckily the TT arrived soon enough that amma also could doze off.
That night was the result of what? Bad railway or our carelessness? We both never bothered to check on it. It all ended in the sleep as an annoying nightmare.
