I think I forgot to write something in my first edition. It was unusually raining in mid-summer in Coimbatore. The train's scheduled departure was delayed by an hour and all passengers were held up over the platform. I somehow managed to get a seat which wasn't wet. Guess what? Though there are shelters made up of asbestos over the platform, the water keeps leaking through the holes in the roof. I kept watching at a woman who has some mental disorder. Actually she is a beggar. I began imagining what she kept thinking in her mind. I assume she was imagining herself as a queen who kept talking to her maids over some task. She went on talking giving orders to everyone. As I was watching her, her head turned towards and stared at my eyes. I diverted my attention immediately. There was a little kid sitting on the lap of his mom who kept pulling my shirt while I was watching this old lady. Later I found that the kid was a special child and his arms were criss-cross and he had some problems. I felt bad about it. All of a sudden, the mad woman started shouting at the tea vendor. She took out a steel glass from her belongings and landed it over the platform with a great thud. I was shocked to see her ordering the vendor to give her tea in the name of God! The vendor never cared for her and moved forward to find a victim to sell his cups. This woman started praying by prostrating to the platform surfae. All the passengers were glued to her theatrical behaviour. It was quite interesting and the best way to spend time in a platform when your train is late. Later, I decided to move forward to the other side of the platform since the three tier AC coaches are expected to be positioned at the anterior side of the train while departing from Coimbatore.
(to be continued)......
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
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