(A real departure)                                        I started my journey from platform no: 1…Jamaica was not so crowded but lonel...

(A real departure)

                                      I started my journey from platform no: 1…Jamaica was not so crowded but lonely station with 2 platforms...I usually wake up late and hurries to work. Platform no: 2 it was Jamaica - Heera express arrival 8:00 and departs at 8:30 says the information bar. I generally occupy myself in the general compartment where the tea sellers, newspaper sellers, magazine sellers and with very other local people. As days passed my working place has been shifted. It was from Heera to Matgav. It wasn’t hard to move my small cage as I was a free bird…
                                                      Heera; the most beautiful,ever shining,exotic place I have ever seen, it isn’t the charm of the new city.In fact its the people there in that busy station. All the garbage bags lying here and there adjusting themselves to make piles. Rotten vegetables, snacks, dogs running behind those piles, dead crows on tracks probably died of electrocution. Well my 1^st day at Heera station was really awkward, I was bit confused; but you know you can always ask for a hand to the Station Master. The Heera-Matgav train arrives by 8:00 and departs at 8:30. So I started my 1^st journey from Heera railway Station platform no: 2; ! !choo choo the train started off with puffing steam; making scrappy noises with a rhythm which later has became my heart beat.... 
                                          The platform no: 2 made me remember those days at Jamaica, the fruit sellers, vendors who kept on serving me with titbits. My co passengers…..ha-ha it’s a lame joke talking about them. They were engaged in all sorts of works from chattering to gossiping and talks on current issues. Then enters the ticket checker with smiling face and does his daily routine. After that most of my co passengers gets off at next station and I reach Matgav by 9:30; my boss was ok if I pull down lately as I was always keen on my work and completed it on time. I rush to catch train; eve hours are so hectic and busy. I reach home myself feeling very tired…days became months and I started liking that business. My co passengers became my friends, same travelers on most of the days; our compartment has become like an examination hall. Everything fits in. the station master as our guide; teacher, and my co passengers as my friends. Years passed so as my journey; travelled in and out through the beautiful place, met beautiful people that made my life beautiful. I traveled upon platform no: 3 and 4 like an innocent child; looked forward in platform no: 5,6 and 7. Busy days never exhausted the love for my life. It was when I entered platform no: 8. I discovered whole new people mixed with many familiar faces, my old passengers were in next bogie. It was hard for me at first as I was used to the chimes of the old people and chatters of teen girls about their daily topics. Well I had to adjust and came to a conclusion that am using this train to travel and not to make friends. But somehow I couldn’t resist myself being a silent bird. Gradually without much time I gathered friends. 

                                          2 years passed and I have never known the value of those rusty rails and pricking noises unless the departure has finally arrived.Yes, Departure from platform no: 10 it was. 9 years of travelling from this same platform; just as my life taught me nothing remains same. Time has come for this beautiful place to become an unforgettable memory. Going myself to a distant land…it won’t be meeting new people but of meeting strangers. The laughs and chats I have heard on this compartment leads to a path of memory. Hard to say goodbye as I was waving hi to a new land with enlightening thoughts. This Is my life turned out more like a busy worker who travels daily by rails even though I myself was a kid studying in grade 10; waving goodbye to station master, ticket checker  and my co-passengers like a departure from platform no:10.......