as she lay on the hard bed and sleep played 'hide n seek' with her
she remembered the night aboard the train to Allahabad.she has
always been nervous of heights and she gets serious nerve attacks
in the moving confinement of trains when she has to sleep high up
in the bunker.and it has been her lot, with surprising constancy, to get
the highest bunker while travelling by train.wherever she went.the train took
speed, began to shake terribly..she watched people, sleeping below, with
ease and comfort in the narrow space.she shivered as the AC worked best
in the upper bunker..she didn't want the damn cold though. all she
needed was some sleep without fear of falling down over snoring people,
or fracturing bones, disfigurement of face, losing a teeth or two...
the unease was growing n she thought she was going to jump out
of her bunker out of sheer panic.as she thought there was no one to
control her if she did so...no one to save her from 'downfall', panic
grew. it was better to jump once n for all than suffering a night full of
sleepless fear.she looked at her hands.the left hand was holding the not
so reliable(to her) chain that held the bunker and right one gripped her
mobile. she opened the inbox...her trembling fingers went from one
message to another...trying to find some shelter in the messages...
(to be contd.)
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