There weren’t many people on the road, but I could see a few walking on the other side of the road. I’m very late, that’s the reason there are only a few people on the road. It’s the last day in the town, I booked the ticket for the evening train, I missed it.
I don’t know why?. I hesitated to get out of the room, Still, I don’t have a clear reason, why I don’t go to get the train. Something stopped me, I sat near the window looking down the road, smoking. I was kind of addicted to the feeling.
The morning was normal, I knew that I have to leave the town today, the work I came here to complete has finished. But things started to change after. I felt some kind of affection towards the bed I was laying down, the ambience of the room. Suddenly everything about that place started feeling different.
Usually, I am not that of an affectionate person, these small things don’t get me that fast. Maybe this was the only place where I lived with freedom, the only place where I was alive. Nobody knows me here, that was a great privilege
So I tried to be the guy I built relationships with people the way I wanted. So easily I get the idea of how to get things done here. I’m a great guy here, only that few people know me and they don’t have any judging look towards me.
I’ve only slept for very few hours when I was in this town, but I never felt that much tiredness like the one I feel when I’m at home, even after nine hours of sleep.
I smoked a lot, there are also some bad effects on the freedom I got. I could come up with some foolish philosophies for that, but health ain’t work that way. So justifying it makes no sense.
I feel like it is not just about freedom, there is always something more to it. Something I can’t explain. Maybe it’s the beautiful faces I have seen here, maybe it’s the realisation that I’m never going to be meet these people anymore. This is a common human feeling, but when it comes to my current situation it goes r.
I was on the 3rd floor of the building I was staying, there are a lot of steps I have to climb up every day. But still, I have never felt like I wanted the room to be on any of the below floors. I loved climbing up those steps cause, whenever I I open the door and enter inside the room, it’s still a great feel.
There’s a tea shop guy, in front of our building, he was great company, he’s like kind of watchman to the building. The problem with him is that he makes very bad tea, so I had to change that routine to black coffee or black tea. It’s the best thing that avail from that shop.
After I missed the evening train, there was a lot of things in my mind. First I thought about staying for two or more days. But I knew that it will make things worse. After a lot of thinking, I booked the midnight train and started to seize each moment I was there with again some more cigarettes and black tea. I looked down the window. The street is beautiful.
It’s a ten-minute walk towards the railway station. I’m getting close to it, the owner wasn’t there at the building when I left. So I handed over the key to the tea shop guy. He smiled, he didn’t talk much, I didn’t expect anything from him.
I sat down on the chair on the platform, the train will be here in about minutes. There are also not many people on the platform. I checked the time after few minutes, but time has passed for the train to come.
I bought a bottle of water from the store inside the platform, I could see some light coming from the side. It’s the train.
