Her heart was failing. Her chest heaved in an irregular fashion from the effort of breathing. Her peppered hair stuck to her sweaty neck. Her lips quivered and her body buckled uncontrollably. Mother was resting her head on my shoulder.
The crowd was overwhelming even as many took refuge in the seething heat of the railway station awaiting the only train that would make a stop in the forlorn forest village.
I was not in a condition to contemplate the consequences of not reaching the hospital on time. It was half a day’s journey to the city hospital and traversing through the forest was not an option.
The distant hum of the train was barely audible before which all the people had already started creating a ruckus, pushing and pulling to assemble on the tiny platform.
The train would only stop for a minute. The crucial minute of life.
I hurriedly wrapped my arm around mother’s malnourished body. We squeezed through the crowd, her feet dragging on the platform. My feet were tiring me, I felt as if I was wading through the sea waters. Each and every part of my body throbbed to get on that ride.
The train sounded the horn as it sluggishly moved through to exit, even as the impossible throng streamed into its various carriages.
My heart clenched in fear. I had not noticed that I had started screaming, my voice carrying all those years of suppressed emotions. Even then people pushed past us, sparing glances of disgust.
The vehicle was picking up speed. Tears were making infinite streams across my face, leaking across my tired body.
My drooping eyes suddenly noticed something. Before I could register what was happening, my mom and I were dragged across to the moving train. The stranger pushed us into the carriage and we landed gracefully on the train floor.
I immediately made my way to the door lending my arm to the kind stranger. I had enough time to see the face of the young man, but we were far too gone. The man collapsed onto the platform as the train hurled the carriages away from the station.
Mother was slowly recovering. The doctors appreciated me to have brought her on time, if not, there was no chance of survival.
My thoughts were drifting back to the stranger. I made it a point to find him at once. As we reached back to the village, I immediately set out to find the young man. I proceeded to the tiny railway station to start my search.
On the bill board of people who had lost their life due to untimely medical help, was etched the new face of the young man.
“God love good people, for he takes them the earliest.”-shreya
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