
An excerpt from “Darkness and Other Stories,” a story about a woman who finds herself on a long, unusual train journey.
A monsoon night, a light drizzle. Old Delhi railway station: the train for Amritsar stands, some coaches plunged in darkness, others sporadically bathed in light. It’s eight o’clock. The train is to leave at nine but its inside lights have not yet been switched on. The scattered lights on the platform dimly glow up some of the compartments. The number ‘I’ is visible on one of them; this must be a first-class coach.
The notice outside the door had her name printed on it. She saw coolies coming towards the train, and wondered if they were coming to her coach to put more luggage in it. If the coolies were accompanied by a woman in decent clothes, she would wish for the woman to enter her coach; but it was likely that once she noticed the ‘I’, the woman would invariably move on.
She felt a sudden surge of anger at her husband. How many times had she asked him not to book a first-class ticket? The train passed through all of Punjab — what if she was all alone in the coach? Of what use was comfort if one had to spend the entire night in fear? She felt…
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