I am waiting.
I was sitting on a bench, thinking when the train would come. My ass hurt from sitting on the steel bench for a long time. But I continued sitting. There was some kind of calm associated with that bench.
I am waiting.
There were people around me, reading, looking at their watches now and then, catching glances, asking each other, but waiting. There was a sense of impatience in their movements. I perhaps knew why.
I am waiting.
Suddenly there was a flurry of movements. Some people stood up and moved towards the platform. Only a handful were sitting. Rest all were excited. Their eyes fixed on one end of the platform, hoping for a light or a siren.
I am waiting.
Their faces are lit by a light and a siren blows somewhere. They get very excited. Their faces are shining with happiness. Their wait is over. It was a long wait.
I am waiting.
The engine comes into view. But it was only the engine. There were no coaches. The engine passed by and the sound faded out. People walk wearily and resumed their usual activities. The people who were already sitting were smirking. There was another announcement. It was the tenth time.
I am waiting.
I had not slept in days. A handful of people around me were sleeping. Suddenly the hard bench looked comforting to me. I laid down.
I am waiting.
I dreamt that there was a huge light on one end of the platform. I heard the faint siren. The people were climbing but wearily. I heard someone call me. I made an effort to get up but failed. I was feeling too heavy. Someone asked in a very soft voice, "Do you want to sleep?". I nodded.
I am waiting.
I wake up suddenly. There was no one around. It was not a dream.
I am waiting.
Now there are no murmurs. There are no impatient movements. There is no excitment. There is no s smirking. There is no announcement. There is no hope. There is no dissapointment. There are no people. There are no benches.
I am still waiting...
