In a Waiting Room
By
JIRARA
© JIRARA, June 2020
Published by JIRARA
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In a Waiting Room
It was a waiting room on a railway station,
guest-passengers rushing in and out of the room,
and its bathrooms, toilets, common rooms,
for both the ladies and gents,
yet the rest rooms, closets had doors,
a great relief!
No open ‘pissing’ bowls for gents as usual,
a harmonious way of living together,
for whatever short time it might be,
in the waiting room,
on the city’s railway station.
Some people peacefully sleeping,
chaining their luggage to the benches,
and mesh bars of the windows,
in the midst of noise, screaming, and yelling,
and swift movements of other passengers,
in and out of the room.
I kept watching this,
but could not reconcile to have a nap,
despite previous sleepless night’s journey,
to this railway station,
varieties of people brushing,
splashing water on their faces,
washing handkerchiefs and napkins,
ladies drying their hairs,
some searching their tickets for the onward journey,
from their closed trunks and luggage,
shouting at the spouses or their children,
becoming impatient on,
not locating and finding the tickets,
I wondered why they did not keep,
their tickets in their own pockets!
Some would ensemble their bags,
suitcases, and ask the neighbouring passenger,
to look after for some time,
when they go for a quick breakfast,
to a nearby restaurant on the station,
a dilemma for the waiting one,
if he/she wants to go to bathroom or toilet,
or wants to leave the room,
for further journey,
then the to-be-supervised luggage,
would remain unattended,
invariably that quick breakfast would get,
prolonged and I get worried since once,
I was the neighbouring waiting passenger!
However, I felt proud momentarily,
for I was trusted by someone,
who was unknown to me,
as I was equally unknown to him,
a mutual trust-relationship working,
in an unknown place,
in an unknown environment,
how I wish the same relationship,
were to work for us,
the humans everywhere,
every time in every circumstance.
And really I wanted to leave since,
I had to catch a taxi to reach the airport,
was becoming nervous,
with a thought of missing the flight,
if the co-passenger did not come back soon,
to relieve me from my proud duty that,
he had so effortlessly tended to me.
May be I would have handed over,
the pious supervision job to another co-passenger,
the idea being logical but did not jell with me.
Thank ‘God’, a member of the family,
of the esteemed passenger,
came to the room and I,
without a moment’s delay and hesitance,
told that I was leaving for my onward journey,
and I got a big sigh of relief!
***An end…***with a new beginning…***
