It was a regular weekend evening in Cuttack, as usual I came to the railway station to catch my usual train home, wid a lot going on in my mind. I was angry, hurt, anxious wat not, my mind was a mess. I was lost in my thoughts as I boarded the train.
As we crossed different stations people starting boarding in and getting out too. Everyone was different, there were people totally focussing on food parcels conversing on phones about their orders and worrying about the delay in receiving them. There were others who lost their actual trains and boarded this in a hurry to go home. And there were others who were making reservations for their trip and then, there were people like me listening to every other person and silently smiling.
The hustle and bustle of the regular passengers, the chai wala and the ticket examiners asking for tickets brought me back to reality..
I realized, “Everybody has a story, and wen u hear that, u forget ur own!.”