The train is now chugging through the hills, going in and out of tunnels every now and then. Manoshi is tapping her foot to the rhythm of a certain song playing on her MP3 player and she is reading a book. There’s no one else in the compartment. As the train entered a tunnel again, she lifted her eyes from the book and stared at the darkness outside the window. A faint smile appeared on her face while she took a deep breathe in memory of the people who just got off the previous station.
It was a bunch of wonderful happy people who boarded the train some 2 stations back right after the train had taken a major turn. She had a lot of fun with them, she sang, danced, played, they had a band with them which played loud music, they had cameras which flashed every now and then, there were fire works, colors were being splashed around ribbons, shine and shimmer and glitters and so much more.
Now it’s all quiet and lonely, and peaceful. She is in anticipation of the next station.