It wasn't planned this way
That's your train. The coolie pointed towards the opposite side of the other platform. The train had started moving for departure. There was no way we could take the overhead bridge. We had to cross through the rail tracks. A fast glimpse on both sides and we jumped with the minimum luggage I was carrying. We heard a whistle from behind to stop, but there was no time to explain. My train was departing, and I need to hurry to get to the other side. Run, you can make it! Stop, it’s too dangerous! Catch the next one! Keep going! It’s just meters away! People were shouting as if they were betting on my venture. Everyone on that platform had their fixed stare on my course. It felt as if they were attending their daily dose of entertainment. But shunning their comments, I kept sprinting towards the train. I looked back to check on my friend. He was way behind, trying to keep up with my pace. But, there was no way I could slow down. I had to keep running. As it was me, who was final...
