Obtuse...

The usual rattle of the Virar fast was clanking in my ears as it made it's way through the bright morning. I was totally engrossed in Seth Godin's "The Dip". A wonderful piece of inspiration, a wonderful way to start a weekday. My train was zipping by Mahim station clocking at 80 km/hr when suddenly, Screeeech!!!!! It halted in a mere span of ten seconds. A pang of fear crossed in my mind. I looked outside. Another train on the adjacent slow track had also halted. People were hanging out of the doors, trying to get a glimpse. After a few seconds, the adjacent slow train started chugging slowly, her passengers still peeping above each other's shoulders. One man graphically lifted his head and slid his finger across his neck. I got up and went to the door to get a glimpse. People were standing all along the platform, starring at the wheels. A fleet of crows started circling around. Disgusted and weak, I went back to my seat. I slid Godin back into my bag, all that dose of optimism had just sapped out of me. I looked around, only to find my comrades of the first class continuing with their whatsapp and Temple run.