Fatal Absorption

The train was about to arrive. I went to station bookstall looking for the day’s paper.

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…

First published in f3

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