8.30 am in morning, venue crowded ladies compartment, Mumbai train.
Everyone was busy with themselves. Some reading holy books, some dozing, some staring out of the window, some applying makeup, a few standing at the door while some restlessly cursing their neighbours for pushing her inside.
Sitting at the window seat, I was gazing out of window, when Parel station arrived. The train had not even stopped, when the ladies rustled in the compartment. The train started moving. There was a noise of struggle over the door to get in, and then a shriek. "Shit" I heard myself uttering (with an embarrassment that I couldn't help myself from getting rid of that word) and echo around (i suppose many have the habit of using the word). Another dangerous attemp! I was flustered at the recklessness.
My heart skipped a beat. Every neck stood upright to get the view at the door. Thankfully the lady managed to enter in the compartment. She as wearing red, i could see ambiguous expression of fear and relief on her face. Soon there were sighs and whispering around. But everyone was relieved that there was no injury.
When the lady came in and got seated, every eye in the compartment was following her. As soon as she got seated, words of cautiousness and carefulness were shoved at her from all around. The poor lady kept listening and nodding, trying to smile.
I really wonder why people try to get in the moving train, even if it is slow. I never dare!!
Written for Three Words Wednesday : Prompt - keepsake, dangerous and restless. Used later two in the post.