essay of waiting room in a railway station
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There were men who were excited to go back to their families after 5 months, since many of them come to other cities to work and send money back.
I could see families who were going to funerals. It was amazing, how everyone was waiting for the same journey, yet their destination was so different from one another.
And in that waiting, we were all humans.. sikhs, hindus, christians.. all different yet, on the same journey of life.
Today one of them is crying while another is happy. Tomorrow it will be vice versa, but that is life
The December sun streaming in through the windows made the waiting room look very cozy and inviting. There were rows of neatly arranged chairs, a water filter in the corner and a full sized mirror in the other corner. Right next to the mirror was the washroom. The room had been built many years, may be decades ago, but it was so comfortable that travellers could not have asked for anything more.
Some people were reading newspapers, others were talking while yet others seemed to be enjoying overhearing their conversations. Many heads were bent over their bags, while they slept through the transit time. The most active occupants of the room were two energetic but quiet children who alternately fought and made up with each other as their mother tried to command them all in vain.
The humdrum of the retiring room was occasionally broken by the sounds of a baby stirring from sleep or a hawker selling tea, followed by another trying to lure the passengers into buying cookies and chips. There was an evident increase in excitement in each case. As soon as the baby started crying, many eyes turned to look at the child, sympathetically, though there were some who did not like to be disturbed while dreaming. As for the vendors, they did brisk business and even left behind some sobbing potential customers who did not get the chips they wanted.
As the aroma of freshly made food found its way into the room, the hungry travellers walked out, only to walk in with plates full of suspicious looking but aromatic curries on a bed of rice. Mothers realized that they were carrying food too and opened up their food bags. Soon enough, there were paper plates, food and newspapers all around. People then made a beeline for the washroom.
As families wrapped up their belongings and left their chairs, others came in. There was a continuous movement of people into and out of the room. One could simply sit there all day and observe people of all shapes, sizes, predicaments and mannerisms. It would make an interesting study.