The Last Local Train

A few lonesome peanuts rattled inside the paper cone as I emptied it on my right -hand palm. The local train galloped and I could clearly see the silhouette of the trees flying past in the reverse direction .Middle aged men with diminishing libidos were dozing off to sleep after a hard day at work. A young man wearing an orange shirt with black boots raised his right foot and rubbed it against his left pant sleeve, like a villain straight out of a Hindi movie which made me realize that the “dark” character has apparently spilled over in his real life too. The air was thick with aroma of incense as a vendor brushed past trying to sell the last set of agarbatti. The small unreliable bulb in the train compartment flickered on and off, casting eerie shadows on the metal body of the train. I felt the train rumble beneath me with its rhythmic and elegant motion as I continued along with my musings in private.