7th January, the new year.
I was just in time and caught the 12:50 last Borivali local
from Churchgate. There is Bandra, few minutes later, and then last Virar at
1, which for some reason I never rely on.
I wish I had looked at him more carefully. If he was drunk,
or depressed, or whatever, I wish I had seen his face. Traced something, helped
him maybe… or simply let him know he was noticed.
He stood at the door. Short guy, I believe wearing a reddish
shirt. Slipped down so quietly as the train picked speed at Grant road station.
Or was it Charni road I just can’t place.
What I do remember is that split of a second where I saw him
try to reach out to the vertical bar at the door. I will never forget. And then
he vanished. No sound, no texture, no color, no disturbance. If he was a
magician, I’d say it was his finest trick. But that’s the thing; I don’t know
who he was. And I realized twenty seconds later, as the train started to move
again after a quick pause and the few people who had got down hoped back in
hurriedly… Nobody worried.
Somewhere in the background the speaker growled, last train
to Virar had been cancelled and the inconvenience caused was regretted. Everyone
was instantly happy.
It was hard not to be. There was no visual cue to evoke
sorrow, even for us who did get down to inspect. And too little time. The only
red on the sides was the paan and tambaaku peek. For an incident so horrid, it
was shamelessly clean.
…
It could well have been me. It could well have been you.
Rest in Peace Brother.
3 comments:
Dangling at the edge of a moving local doesn't make someone a stunt junkie.He wanted thrills, but his life was cut short.He shouldn't have bartered away with his life.RIP :/
Who knows what happened. WHo knows if he was standing for thrill... or looking away from the world... he wasnt a mischief.
He may not,but could have been yanked off or may have lost his balance.It was quite unfortunate.
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