Unknown by Myshkin Ingawale
Page 1 of 6
Uli walked briskly towards Thane railway station, glancing
nervously at his wrist-watch .Damn! He was late already... Pushing his way
impatiently past the numberless hordes outside the entrance to the ticket
counters ,he raced straight towards Platform One ,although he was, by now
,almost certain that he had missed his habitual train .He would not only be
late for the first lecture at college but he would most probably have to stand
all the way in the next train ,which was usually full at this time of the
day.
Uli had almost resigned himself to this rather unpleasant fate
when he saw a welcome sight :The train ,despite it being a good ten minutes
later than its departure time ,stood serenely on Platform One, as if it had
been waiting for Uli. Then, impatience getting the better of it, the engine
spluttered into life , and , like a sleeping giant slowly reawakening .the
train moved. In a few seconds it gathered speed ,and before Uli's eyes, started
chugging out of the station.
Uli, desperate ,broke into a sprint .It seemed to him as if,
with every second the train was inching away from him. It was so tantalizingly
within his grasp, and yet , so very far away. There came a moment when he knew
that he would miss it unless he got on quickly. And so , he did something that
he had been cautioned time and time again not to do: he jumped .As soon as he
was in the air Uli realized the mistake he had made. He made a wild ,despairing
grab for the door handle ,but his arms clenched nothing but thin air. In that
one instant ,as he fell ,Uli knew ,for sure, that this was his last living
second. His was the fate to die such an ignoble death ,not for any worthy cause
,but out of sheer recklessness. Uli had always expected his final moments to be
an enlightening experience; he had expected his life to flash before his eyes
,revealing some mysterious ultimate truth. But rather to his chagrin ,all that
he kept thinking was that he was late again and it was rather a waste of life
to die in this fashion.
Thus resigned to his tame end ,Uli fell ,between the carriage
and the platform His mind was blank and ,to him ,he seemed to be suspended in
air for an eternity. Finally , he hit the ground .And then, the darkness
flooded in.
Uli did not know what woke him. At first, he did not know
where he was and then , with a start ,he remembered. He did not know how he had
survived and did not particularly care. He turned over slowly on the railway
track on to his back. Then ,taking a deep breath he got up, waiting for the
pang of pain he expected to arrive any second now. It never arrived. Uli was
incredulous: One did not survive a crash like that without any paralysis
whatsoever .It just did not happen that way…
Still in a daze, Uli stood up and inspected himself
critically. Uli had read of people who lost all sensation of pain after an
accident and then discovered to their surprise that they had a limb or two
missing. But ,to Uli’s great astonishment and still greater relief ,he was all
in one piece, with not even a bruise on him anywhere .It was at this time that
he noticed something even stranger: There was no sound anywhere. Next Page Copyright © 1999, 2000, 2001 Myshkin Ingawale, sffworld.com. All rights reserved. No part of this may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the author. The author has submitted the work in accordance with and in agreement with the following Submission Guidelines.
|