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SAVED BY A STRAND






It was the dream city she had always dreamt of living in; and, over the last three decades she had witnessed the city grow exponentially not just vertical with those massive concrete skyscrappers; but, also population wise - everything, every place was crowded ~ insanely so, but, she still loved it and had come to regard it as home.

There was always a rush in the limited infrastructure of the city that was bursting at its seams, that never seemed to be completed or seemed enough; there was always something left to be done, it was always a work in progress; still, the city moved on and millions still kept coming with their own sets of dreams and desires like Seema had once done.

Roads dugged due to upcoming 'Metro' work, or a flyover always and forever under-construction, the gaping pot-holes, Seema navigated and jumped over all these obstacles and hindrances everyday to reach the life-line of the city - Mumbai Local, used by millions everyday; she hoped to get in somehow - it was her everyday prayer.

It was peak office hours, clutching the railway-pass in her hand Seema stood along with what seemed like hundred of others all huddled in the narrow platform and all hoping to get in safely; and possibly, get a seat too with some experienced ones nearly jumping in with ease while those novice just tried to push their way in within the few seconds that the train halted; and Seema, could barely manage to get her foot in the doorway.

She struggled to push further in, but the train was jam-packed as always, she held the rod at the gates hanging for dear life like the rest as the train started moving; there were few others who tried getting in after her, but, unlike her they just hung more precariously at the doors, she tried pushing further in, but couldnot manage to go any further and the train had picked up speed.

Seema feared for those hanging at the door and footboard, but she couldn't do anything and felt helpless and just then another train came from the opposite end - equally crowded, with people hanging out from the doors - the space between both the tracks was small and with bodies hanging out from both the trains they all but rubbed against each other - Seema watched in horror as those hanging behind her collided with those in the other train and fell to their deaths, crushed to pulp - she escaped by a strand.




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4 comments:

  1. Well told. May they get more trains or add more cabins on the ones they have.

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  2. It's so sad, and so hard when things become way too overwhelming.

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  3. You have captured the scene of the tragedy very well.

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