The Trains Of Mumbai

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The following day, Aman and Anjali crossed paths again at the railway station. They reached at the same time on the same platform for the same train. They both were standing a few feet apart, their gaze wandering back towards each other no matter how many people came between their view.

A horn rang in the distance, and the train arrived. There was so much hustle and bustle that people were cursing loudly, Anjali did not understand why on a normal day at this time there would be so much crowd. On regular days at this time, she never faced so much rush.

She grimaced looking at the compartment she was supposed to climb onto. It looked like a desi cheap Titanic movie like the women would not make it home if they did not got onto the train as if there were not enough trains later.

"Hurry hurry, this might be the last train tonight!" she heard someone shout in the distance.

She was so confused, what was exactly going on?

"Anjali!" She heard Aman shout her name, he had climbed onto the train and was struggling to stand at the entrance considering the people wrestling to get in.

She finally looked over at him, the pretending to be oblivious game gone poof. Even amidst all those people they could somehow see each other.

"This is the last train, come here." He pushed out his hand towards her, the same way he did when they met a few days ago. He had a similarly determined look on his face as well, getting her on the train.

Anjali only contemplated for a second, it was better and safer to be with him than spending the next of her half an hour fighting for her life amongst all these ladies. On the trains of Mumbai, there was no girl's girl thing, one would always find a catfight going on.

She rushed towards Aman's compartment, the train horn rang but this time she was near. She quickly slipped her hand in his, letting him pull her over and climbed onto the train.

As soon as she climbed, Aman helped her against the support and between his arms just like last time. He tried to give her cover as much as possible from the unintentional onslaughts of fellow others while trying to keep respective space between them. Anjali noticed that so she pulled him from the shirt toward herself to prevent him from getting hit hard. He furrowed his brows at her,

"You'll get hurt." She pressed her lips.

"Yeah, I'm fine and are you?" A warm feeling spread over his chest at her tangent concern.

"Yeah, what's going on though?"

"You don't know? There are mega blocks declared for a few days or a week at least. There is a possibility of a cyclone hitting Mumbai."

"Ohh." Ohh because she didn't pay attention to the news much.

"Yup." He forced himself to look over her, forced because he would grin like a fool if he kept looking at her and the still hold of her on his shirt didn't help.