Local Passenger E-Book

Shardul Dave

• Herausgeber: Pencil
• Kategorie: Lebensstil
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Seitenzahl: 29

Beschreibung

About the Book: Willingly or unwillingly we have always interacted with strangers during our train journeys. We observe the acts of unknown people and laugh, learn, admire or hate them for their deeds! This book includes short stories which are based on real life incidents of author's railway journeys.
Each short story will change your heartbeat rate! It's a Local Train of stories passing through different junctions of emotions like Drama, Comedy, Self-Realization, Sorrow, Inspiration and all other intermediary emotional stations
Train is ready to depart, board it Now! Get your Tatkal Ticket!

About the Author: MBA, Traveling and Indianness completely summarise Shardul Dave. He was honoured twice with Governor's Medal for his extraordinary performance as an NCC Cadet at National and International Level.

He is from Anand, Gujarat.

Apart from following corporate life routine, Shardul is actively engaged in various adventure, camping and creative writing activities for more than a decade.

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Leseprobe

Train Is ready to depart . . .

Board it NOW!

LocalPassenger

Short Stories based on Indian Railway Journeys

By

Shardul Datve

ISBN 978-93-5416-831-4

© Shardul Dave 2020

Published in India 2020 by Pencil

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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. The opinions expressed in this book do not seek to reflect the views of the Publisher.

Dedicated to

My Dear Parents

who always thought that my Initiatives

are Worthy!

Special thanks to Indian Railways for

Memorable Journeys!

Contents

One More Beggar

The Thief

Law Abiding Citizen

Spark in Your Eyes!

Rich Dads

Chappal Story

On the Bench

Sweaty Dreams

Jugadu Passenger

"May be Never. . ."

One More Beggar

Old Delhi is always foggy in the month of January. Winter kills numerous lives every year in Delhi. One cold morning around 9 am I step down at old Delhi station. I quickly came out of the station building and started walking towards metro station. My eyes were reading that giant letters of DELHI written in Urdu which were hanging on the old red coloured station building.

Off course, it was not my first time, but, Old Delhi Station has its own charm! Suddenly, one old shivering voice interrupted my amusement, "Bhaiya, can you please dial one number? I am lost! I want to talk to my Son!". My eyes were rolling up and down on that Lady. She must be nearly 65 years old, wearing dirty saree and only one shawl in the freezing cold! She had one simple old bag with her.

I was getting late. But I couldn't refuse to help her. I dialled number on my smartphone and handed it over to her. As, I was standing next to her, I was able to listen to their conversation clearly. She literally got excited when his son received the call, "hello beta, I am at old Delhi station. where are you? Will you come to pick me up? Did your brother call you? He dropped me here and returned back in next train. I am lost . . ."

Before she completes, man shouted from other side, "Are you mad or what? Who told you to come here? I don't have any capacity to feed you. Ask your son to take you back with him. He didn't inform me anything about you...." He kept on insulting her mother. His furious voice was really arrogant. After hardly one-minute conversation phone call got disconnected (actually her son disconnected). I gave a blank look at her face as if I didn't listen anything.