From Heaven to Hell

Its 10 past 8 , and the train is still 1/2 an hour from its scheduled departure . My father has just dropped me here and he is on his way back. I quitely take a seat on P.F -3 . I take my cell out , but damn, seems my battery has different ideas. It almost yells that it is low and ain't in a mood of keeping me interested. But its the beauty of this place that keeps me going and is bringing the writer out of me . Beautiful scenic location , soft music plugged into my ears and a weekend full of leisure time adds more to the beauty of everything my eyes fall on. I am sitting in this long and surprisingly clean railway platform of Parasnath amid 10-12 passengers who seem to have even more time than me. By the time I continue typing forward I unplug my earpiece to pay an attention to the announcement which says that the train is 20 mins late from its scheduled departure, not much to add to my surprise. I am deeply involved in writing this when I realise that one of the bags that I was carrying is missing.........

1/2 an hour has passed since then and I bet there's not a single corner of this railway station that I haven't searched for. In complete despair and agony I give up . There's not much one can do when placed in situations as typical as such, especially when there is no to lend you a helping hand , I consoled myself. At first , I think of giving a call to my father but decide against it. I realise that suddenly everything that was keeping me interested has transformed into a curse. I say to myself , my train is late , my mobile's battery is low and above all my bag is lost. I realise that everything which kept me interested has lost its charm. I am cursig every single bit that comes on my way. The passengers near by bother me more than ever before, the announcement seem to pierce right through my ears.With an oath of never returning back to this place, I anxiously wait for my train to arrive.