The Last Train
The Last Train Ritam Saha 22nd February 2018 The last train stood on Platform 3 with it's lights on and thick smoke rising in a single black column from the funnel on top of its engine. A young boy in shorts stood in the smoggy night, his eyes hooked onto the last crowd of office-goers boarding the train to go home. At any minute now, they would all depart on this last train and the station would be quiet for the night. From his position in the corner of the platform, he had a fairly good view of the entire train. It's doors were open. Typical . Doors were never closed on these local passenger trains. He watched as people crammed into the compartments, pushing and shoving their way through. Like every other day, this last train too, was chock full. The digital clock on the platform read 11.27 PM. The train was due in 3 minutes. His attention was suddenly diverted by the sight of the portly stationmaster sauntering onto the platform from his room in the station ...