The Fall at Matheran – (Chapter 3)

The last train had gone from the station. The next train was at six in the morning. It was only a quarter past midnight and Johan could not carry on anymore. He sat on the platform bench and kept his legs straight into the walkway. He wondered whether someone would boot on his legs and fall on the platform. But, this straight, independent position gave him the mostest relaxation. Soon, sleep hauled him into its dark interiors.

When he woke up, it was exactly 6 in the morning. The train had arrived on the platform and was all set to start from the station. The clotted blood on his joints stopped him from standing straight. Somehow he managed to stand and then stepped into the train carefully.