Platform No. 1

In the evening, I was sitting at the platform, waiting for the train, and reading The Grapes of Wrath. I was feeling a little happy with myself for having brushed off temptation and done what was uncomfortable, but the thing I had decided. Suddenly a girl came up to me, pointed at the off-white t-shirt worn on brown pants and asked, “Is my t-shirt too tight?” I was taken aback and it took me a while to register why she asked me that and had I heard her correctly. “Is my t-shirt tight?” She asked again, “Does it look okay?” I said yes, it’s fine, when she explained herself “I’m going to the office. My boss shouts at me if it’s tight,” she said and smiled. I saw that she had almost no upper teeth except two on the right side. For a split while I wondered why she was going to work at 7pm, why didn’t she have teeth and what kind of a boss said such things. She went off and I came back to my reading.

I came home and had to fend for snacks myself because I was alone. It was then that I thought about the decision i took to not have fries before I reached the station, although I was extremely tempted to. I talked myself out of eating junk even though foster father said it was okay if I did, and even though I had been a good girl and had my share of green tea and peanuts. Yet, I wanted fries. I restrained, and I was glad. After all, I had had almonds and raisins on the station, before that girl came along.

It has been a successful day of weaning away from cab rides and french fries.

Pat on the back to me.

7 thoughts on “Platform No. 1

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  1. Such short conversations go on for long, at the back of my mind. Like the one you had with the girl. Do you tend to think about them, when in the middle of nothing and nowhere?


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