As the thundering sound of the approaching train reaches me, my excitement grows proportionately. I hear sobs and hushed conversation around me.
The train stops in front of me. There is a small crowd at the entrance, beckoning me enthusiastically. I see my wife, my parents, grandfather and some friends among them. As I approach, they grab my hands and pull me inside. I get mobbed. Tears drop on me. As the train starts moving, I wave at my people on the platform. No one waves back. Their attention is on a figure lying outstretched, draped in white.
The train stops in front of me. There is a small crowd at the entrance, beckoning me enthusiastically. I see my wife, my parents, grandfather and some friends among them. As I approach, they grab my hands and pull me inside. I get mobbed. Tears drop on me. As the train starts moving, I wave at my people on the platform. No one waves back. Their attention is on a figure lying outstretched, draped in white.
