The Night

6th December 2015 , Chengalpattu railway station,

the clock marks beginning of the date. It is a dark night,
the weather is rough, a cyclonic storm is about to cross
Chennai, heavy rains and wind felt just like the
beginning of something worst to happen. The winds are
uprooting the trees every now and then. The sound of
the river and the heavy rain pouring on the ground
have suppressed human noise, the lightning makes the
bulbs look darker.
The station is deserted, all trains are cancelled,
except for few birds and stray dogs taking shelter,
some railway staffs inspecting the sustainability of
station glass windows.
One thin, dark old man holding an umbrella, a
radio hanging on his lungi, was checking the railway
tracks with a small torch, the song ee hridiyam was
playing on the radio, suddenly the man stops, puts the
umbrella between his neck and head, takes out a bidi,
leans to the platform and start smoking till the song
completes, he then continues his work.
Far towards the end of the platform the umbrella
man sees a guy sitting on a cement bench without a
shade, the guy did not seem to be a railway staff
neither seemed among the locals, he was in office
formals, water dripping from his spectacles, a ID Card
hanging on his neck, completely wet by the rain, the
light of the torch was put on his face and few question
is asked in tamil by the umbrella man.
Ni yar ? (Who are you?)
N ik ea ceykiy ? (What are you doing here?)
e loosu N pcuki !!!(Crazy Guy I am Talking
to You).

Well, you must be wondering who is that guy?

That guy is me, I am Aamaan, your narrator and also IT
Analyst at TCS Chennai, Good Job, Good Salary,
everything is set in my life yet I am sitting here like a
wanderer in outskirts of chennai in a cyclonic storm.
Why?
For that we must go to my past