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Malleswaram Station
Like three gargantuan umbrellas, the rain trees protected
The Station From the searing April heat. I sat on a bench by the solitary rail track Let the gentle breeze dance on my cheeks Closed my eyes; tranquility. Heaven. I lost track of time, as I normally do at The Station. The soporific setting broke when A sleeping stray woke With a shrill, drowsy howl and Much to my annoyance broke my Meditation. It was tiny, a solitary building The Station. It is safe to say there was a scarcity Of trains Of people. A train arrived It was 4pm; surely the Bangalore-Salem Express. Dusk fell. Temple bells chimed outside The Station 'Anytime now', I thought. Then suddenly a train approached With increasing ferocity and in a flash The Rajdhani Express was gone. To Delhi.I felt Inconspicuous. That was my cue to move out of The Station, To soothe my broken heart with that plate Of steaming idlis; and khara bhaath At Sri Raghavendra Stores. The Old Man Raghu served me Spicy chutney And welcomed me back into the world Smiling.
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