The morning rays penetrated through him. Ironic, he thought, carrying 50 rupees worth of 
labor on his shoulders. The cool water ticked his back, as he wiped a bead of sweat from his filtrum. The train was already at the station, he wondered why the mustached uniformed man wouldn’t let him board the train. His load kept getting heavier with each passing moment. What he would not give to curl himself up in a corner and goto sleep.
labor on his shoulders. The cool water ticked his back, as he wiped a bead of sweat from his filtrum. The train was already at the station, he wondered why the mustached uniformed man wouldn’t let him board the train. His load kept getting heavier with each passing moment. What he would not give to curl himself up in a corner and goto sleep.
He looked at the blue seats. He’d walked almost the entire night with water on his back, just to catch this train. He was remembering his journey when the doors opened.
He pushed and rushed in, feeling bliss and finally reaching the blessed seat he’d eyed for so long. All he discovered was a stained handkerchief. A mark of reservation in an unreserved compartment. He closed his eyes.
