One hand clutching the daily, the other pulling a trolley, I sat on a bleacher with difficulty. There’s hardly any space anywhere, so crowded was the platform with people returning to Kolkata from Puri.
I became abstracted just as I eyed a review of my book in weekend supplement.
When I finished reading it, I found myself sitting alone. Passengers had already boarded the train whose arrival went unnoticed by me. The train was pulling out of the station.
I broke into a gallop…