A Stranger at Platform No.8
Rohan was sitting on the platform near his luggage looking over the running trains on the bustling platform. It was a breezy afternoon. The wind lifted his hair from the back of the neck. Rohan was thirteen and his parents, father and stepmother, were sending him all alone to a boarding school as they thought that he was old enough to live on his own terms. Although he always looked for positive nuances in every situation but this time he was grappled with a queer feeling of unease. He could not place the source of his discomfort. Suddenly, a screech snapped him out of his thoughts . There were bags being pulled on the floor and people were ambling on the platform as their train arrived. Rohan was looking at families waiting-their mother taking care of their children while others laughing with each other- while he was all alone with no one to take care of him. He had just one person to wait for- his friend Dev who went to buy food and water at the station. He reminisces of his