Family gatherings can be tiresome and awkward if you’re like me, but sometimes you get to listen to some good stories from their experiences. This one is from dad’s college days.
It was a chilly winter night when he was returning from his cousin’s wedding. Back in the days, the only possible transportation in the middle of the night was train. When he reached the platform, not a single soul was there, it’s a wintry night in a village after all. The train arrived as per schedule. He boarded, found only one person sitting by the window and, took the seat opposite to him. “It’s an unknown place, better to be around someone”, he thought. The man was completely wrapped with a shawl and, was shaking occasionally, probably from the cold. After about ten minutes, my dad noticed a trail of blood under his seat and, droplets trickling down. He asked a few times if he was okay but didn’t get any response out of him. Finally, he got up and grabbed his shoulders and asked him again. This time, the man looked up and, unwrapped his shawl. He was holding a woman’s hand, wearing five thick golden bangles, detached from the elbow, blood still dripping from it. He said in a soft voice, “See, I’m fine. You don’t have to ask so many times if someone isn’t answering your question.” Dad was terrified, speechless. He couldn’t utter a single word. The man spoke again, “Maybe you should change compartments at the next station.” Dad just nodded and did the same. And that night became one of the most horrifying memories of his life.
Thank you so much for reading this, guys.
