A Half-Story

 The 2nd class ladies' compartment of Borivlle fast was overcrowded as usual. There was no breathing space and neither anyone could manage to get a grip on the top handle on the roof. In such a painful situation, suddenly two women started fighting. The train speeded very fast, not stopping at the in-between stations.

The two shouting and fighting women, after a first level of abuse, now started physically attacking each other. One pulled the hair of the other and there was total pandemonium. If anyone tried to stop them, they kicked and shouted at them too.

Suddenly one lady neared them, and trying to separate them yelled, “Do you both want to die, just like the two days before the accident, in this same train?” Suddenly a silence started spreading, as every passenger looked at the new lady. The fighting women too stopped, looked at her and asked, “What? What happened?”

The lady shook her head and said, “I was here that day too. The two women fought, so violently, not listening to anyone. Suddenly the train jerked, and both of them losing their grip fell down, out of the train in the gap between the train and the platform. Then…”

The train stopped in Andheri. The lady telling the story moved to the door and got down. Few got down, and few got in. As the train started moving again, everyone looked at each other with a question mark. What happened to those two women? What is the end of the half-story?

The lady who was telling the story was walking away with a smile. She talked to herself, “Good I could cook up a story to get some peace to get down! Otherwise, I could not have got out at all”