ब्लैक - बैंचर

‘Tis half past midnight... And though this night is no different from all the other nights in this heaven of dust, I feel a kind of chill that has got nothing to do with the weather. I reach my room, put on the lights and crash on my side by the window. Amidst the gentle snores of my roommate, the episode replays in my head many times over. The speeding train... the dull thud and sudden application of emergency brakes... the jamming of doors for 5 minutes and crowd running in the opposite direction, just like flies drawn to a pile of crap! Finally the doors open and we file out, carefully avoiding the leftover baggage (fear of bombs!). Outside, it’s utter chaos. Saket station must  have  seen crowd like this many times. Only this time, the crowd was less interested in waiting for their train and more into peering over the rails beneath the wheels of the train. Police starts dispersing the crowd...  Now, I would have chalked this down to some kind of a technical failure and move