Harikumar Edasseri
The train has already started and Nancy somehow jumped onto it. She asked a fellow passenger, which train it is. ‘Venad Express.’ He said. ‘God, this train goes to Thiruvananthapuram, just the opposite way.’ She jumped from the train. You cannot call it normal alighting. It was a fall, head down on to the ground, and in slow motion she imagined the next moments; stretcher, ambulance and glamorous journey to the hospital. Her imagination was all scattered when she landed in two strong hands. She opened her eyes to see the face of the man. It was that engine driver. ‘Oh, it is you?’ she asked slightly disappointed. ‘Were you expecting film heroes Mammootti or Mohanlal?’
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