Saturday, June 14, 2008

Guard....?

After getting a window seat i turned around to look at my fellow passengers. I noticed a young girl sitting on the doorstep, talking to a man who was standing on the tracks. Her appearance was quite different, bright makeup, flower strings, strong perfume... Anyways i had nothing to do with it, so i turned on my music player and closed my eyes. After some time i heard the guard of the train shouting at her. He was telling her to sit inside. She got up reluctantly and sat inside.
The lady next to me told me that she was a bar girl and had no family of her own, her uncle had betrayed her and was forced to work in a bar.
After some time the train reached another station and the girl got down to get something to eat but did not return even after the train started. The other ladies got worried as she had left her bag in the train. When the train reached next station they searched For her in the next compartment. Someone told that she was sitting in the compartment for handicapped. But still everyone was worried For the bag.
After i reached my station i just peeked inside the compartment for disabled but didnt find the girl inside. Then i heard someone asking the guard about her. He told them she was in the next compartment. Just then i passed the guard's cabin and was shocked to see the girl inside. The guard's face darkened on seeing me. He was the same person who was forbidding her indecent behaviour earlier and now he was with her. The girl was sitting there, her hair loose, her clothes... My legs froze and I felt like shouting and telling everyone that the girl was with him. But then, the girl must be doing that to earn some money. Why should i deprive someone of their livelihood? I thought. The train started and the guard closed his cabin's door with the girl inside. The train moved ahead and it was then that i saw the tears in her eyes... The train passed away as i watched him moving close to her... To ''guard'' her or...