The wonderful station .
No one knows why he came . Expectations from degraded , immoral souls must have ebbed to a cresendo in his mind .He was actually leaving station . It was his own folly which had brought him here . Perhaps he did not know which train to catch and his naivity saw an utopian world . Jumping into the first train available he had felt secure that since the movement has a direction , it surely has a destination . The train had got him to a place full of hubbub . People shouting , beggars and sellers urging passers by , fault finders and mystical builders arguing and many others toiling under the hard sun . Their faces were pale trying to fit 36 hours in a day . There was no morning and no night and was perpetually a land of aurora borealis . At times people will look up into the sky and see the mixing of colours , "wonderful" they will say . At that moment the life force would spike and feeling alive and immortal the toiling would continue .
Money was the least important thing there . Atleast thats what the workers beleived . Neither was it because they got paid in femto-percentages of the work they were doing . They were like crusaders , like fighters of a holy war whose only intention was to achieve what has been told , and all was fair .When tired , hungry and without money sometimes a poor soul would lift up his shaky hand with
eroded fingernails and like Oliver , ask for more . A sacriledge thus commited would immediately get pardoned as if nothing had happenned , one look at the morning calm and back the workers will be with the same life force . The fat cats would become fatter .
It was too much of good around . He did not like it . But before he could realize he got dazed like navigators in the songs of sirens .Days passed according to some , years according to him . Around this island of irritable work done by smiling zombies there was nowhere he can go. Trains came often , yearly and the rush was too much . Many tried to jump in , failed and got under the tracks , shrievelled , molested and got up smiling , looked up the sky and rejoined the crusade of lies .
The endless wait appeared to dissolve into dews as he got up the train . His hands were bruised , he had aged 10 years in 2 and his eyes had lost the eagerness by which they searched for life , years back when he wished so much he got into an adventure . But all that mattered was he was still reasonably ok , with high chances of rejekeration . Hands reached out to him , in vain he tried to reach out to some . Closing his weary eyes , he tried to dream wide awake in mind .
Dreaming was the first step to his purification .
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