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Monday, November 14, 2005

A quick tale 98

One busy morning at the railway station

He is charging down the platform, weaving through the crowd that has gathered to see loved ones off. His legs, unaccustomed to such frenzied aerobic activity, are doing their best to carry his bulk towards the train that is gradually pulling out of the station. One final burst and he's nearly there. He grabs hold of the cold metal handle of the train carriage, drops his suitcase inside and heaves his body up the steps. Pausing to catch his breath, he turns around to wave to the fast-receding throng of bye-sayers. It is nice to pretend that some of them were there for him. That some of them were crying into their handkerchieves, unable to look up and see him go. That some of them were wiping their eyes for the tears made it hard to see. That they wanted to keep waving and keep looking at him until he became a tiny speck in the distance. That some of them wanted to come running along with the moving train as far as the platform would allow, for his sake. That they kept repeating their goodbyes and their promises to keep in touch with him until it became a meaningless chant. He likes to think they played out the drama, all for his benefit.

For, wouldn't it be sad that he was going away and not one friend or relative or neighbour or neighbour's dog could come to see him off and tell him how much they were going to miss him? He turns around to look at others in the carriage. And smiles the smile of one who was given a fond farewell.

12 comments:

?! said...

Just been through a quick selection of your efforts.

Rock!

blackdatura said...

There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple too
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say "cuckoo"
Cuckoo, cuckoo

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu
Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu

Shyam said...

waah :(

Vanathi said...

nice story...

me-unplugged said...

Quite similar to the Kumar story... 'Pretences' being the underlying theme... reminds me of people who eat alone at restaurants... typically carry a book with them and hide behind it..

Eroteme said...

:-) Very well told... the kind of drama we conduct in our lives to dupe ourselves and others... I liked this one.

WA said...

Sad

Lowry said...

It's nice for people to think that the world is there for them, to make them feel better, missed, loved, cared for.

That's how it should be for everyone.

sathish said...

Sad. Very sad.

Amrita said...

hmm, your stories are increasing in length. nice development. finally a move away from women related topics.

Santosh S Kumar said...

98% of your "A quick tale"s have a sad ending...come on change the way you write, write something which will pump up some energy in your blog readers, try not be another brick in the wall.

Usha said...

very touching story well narrated.