Parbatipur Junction 1971
When I got down from train at Parbatipur Junction it was midnight
Noiseless silence engulfed me from all sides
As if I’m standing at the centre of a giant marshland
Have I got down in this platform alone?
I looked all sides once; the tea-stall is closed
A stray dog is sleeping in front of the bookstore
The waiting room is locked with a giant lock on its door
As if it’s a condemn cell of a prison.
Lights oozing out of dust-laired tube lights looked dull and dim