scorching sun made me swelter and it is already bad enough that I wore a suit. The train station was unsurprisingly busy. It is a hive of activity. It is strange though. I come here almost every single day, and I hardly ever see the same person twice.
People dressed in various kinds of clothes were
rushing and bustling all over the place. Some of them pulled brightly coloured luggage bags behind them while some of them just brought themselves. Every time someone sauntered by, I was sure to get a whiff of their aromatic fragrances.
Clasping my almost black briefcase, I sat on a wooden
bench that had seen better days. Closing my eyes and massaging my thumping temple, I could hear a hubbub of people at the ticketing counter trying to purchase last minute tickets. Train attendants – all clad in similar outfits – strolled by, along with their belongings.
A train came to a screeching halt at the second
platform. Scattered crowds of eager people stood amongst the eight doors leading into the train, waiting to go in. The doors opened. People stormed in and out. As soon as the platform was clear, a piercing whistle shrilled through the air and the train chugged away.
A noisy clatter broke through the hectic station. Not
far off, a couple of bags fell on top one another. After a few smiles and profuse apologies, the owners parted ways.