Rarely….on the last meet by Shan Prologue This poem is a farewell message by the spirit of a dead person to his beloved after one year of his death, when he finally attains freedom after avenging his death. He had been struck down with a van by two of his blood enemies. And he finally slays them. Here it goes……….. “No pen, nor ink could ever write, These words, which here are shining bright; Straight out of heart, they have come to fight, The f … Read More
(Punjabi University, Patiala, 20th August, 2010)
I got free from college well before the time that I expected, so I had enough time to pack my stuff. I had to take care of some task before leaving for Delhi, so I hurried up and got it done as soon as possible.
I saw my senior standing at the bus stop and decided to come back to him after parking my bike. We hailed an auto to “Rajpura” railway station where we met two more Delhites from my year. There was a long queue for buying tickets and none of us was willing to wait, so we talked to an aunt to buy the tickets for us by using the ladies queue. She was quite friendly and asked us about our college. I kept standing in the queue until it was made sure that the tickets have been bought correctly.
As there was still time for the train to come, we went outside the station and had some snacks. The other two guys had reserved their seats, so we had to take care of ourselves. Fortunately, we got the seats easily even though we were expecting a huge crowd as it was the Friday and festive season as well. We talked about college stuff and listened to songs on our respective music players. The time passed by very fast, and I didn’t realize that our train was running early. We reached the “Sabji Mandi” station in Delhi, 10 minutes before the scheduled time.
It’s really strange for Indian trains to reach before time, and I was lucky to have my father waiting for me there already.