A Visit to the Railway Station
When you think of the railway station, what comes to your mind? The sounds of the engines the cries of the hawkers or the bustle of the people’s feet? Yesterday, I had an opportunity to visit the railway station to receive a guest. As soon as I entered the main gate, a deluge of people and suitcases pushed me out again. It tried again but without success. I just could not pass the mass of humanity. So, I decided to enter through one of the other gates. The yelling of hawkers, the screaming of complaining children, the shuffling of thousands of feet; a multitude of noises invaded my ears from that platform. The loudspeaker screeched out announcement after announcement. The messages, however, were totally unintelligible and I thought of the fact that millions of poor souls had probably missed their trains because of this. I was roughly pulled and pushed around by coolies and strangers, eager to catch their trains… and their customers! And then the train arrived. The blast of hot air made everyone stand back except for the coolies. As the coolies entered the train, they reminded me of a pack of rats entering a drain. They spread out everywhere, badgering people to accept their service. I like many other people, could not reach my guest. Finally, I managed to find him and we weaved our was in and out of the crowd till we exited through the main gate.
