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Story writing on i was travelling in a train from delhi to mumbai. I met an old man in the same coach who had retired as an engine driver

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Answered by piu11
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a amazing incident
I was travelling in a train from Delhi to mumbai and by luck met a man in the same coach,he was old and too old to stand in the train. I therefore offered him my seat. He thanked me and said that he was a engine driver long ago.
I was much amazed. I asked of he is retired or not.he just smiled and nodded his head. it meant yes.he told me that it was due to a accident he losses his job. he said "I am a colour blind person from the beginning. but I was too keen to take part in the railway services. so, I appealed for it at that time I lied that I wasn't a color blind and got a job. when I was asked for a trial I gave and passed out.
on my first day, was driving a train at that time I couldn't identified the red signal and was about to clash with an another train but I was saved.
I was taken to the hospital and after that I was carried to the office there I had to give answer to my higher officer but I could not. so I was driven out."
he gave a sigh of relief. I saw that there were tears in his eyes he muttered to himself " If I didn't lied that day". the train stopped and he went out from it and vanished within the crowd of people. I stared at him untill he vanished

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Answered by khushithestar
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I was travelling in a train, alone, left to my own devices after a long time, without deadlines to meet or friends to entertain against my will. My co-passengers were white noise that dissolved into the background. There was a world outside my window, moving as fast as sand slipping through the fingers. I sat facing the window, with my eyes trying to hold onto the vision of this fast moving world where trees, huts, skies, nothing could stand in the way of speed. It had been a long time since I had found myself sitting for hours without a word uttered, silence was a comforting sheet of steaming rain that enwrapped me. "Can I sit here, if you don't mind?" I heard a voice at my shoulder, soft, tinkling, clear as crystal.

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