Episodes That Pervade My Heart

arent that their concern is not about the train being late but about getting seated in their places. It's like magic that the train has moved out of Salem on its trip to Coimbatore with al

h or First class nor do I make it a point not to travel in Second class, but it is at times like this occasion when I go to Coimbatore for quarterly review of my subordinate office that I very much

n in his face could be seen through the train has been running for half an hour then! Well, the rest of the people engage themselves in talk and chat. Guilty o

with a basket of a variety of fruits and casts his searching vision. Spotting me, he cries in joy, "Sir, how come you're here? I am dashing from AC coach to First class

near my foot, he jum

not knowing the stranger by name or by iden

king his

feet and pushing away the basket, supposedly hurting his feet! I look straigh

ne man enjoying the fruits

k as if there is a reality in my neighbour'

or the office at Coimbatore to hold the session in the afternoon around four pm. This done, I then shuffle through the agenda which I've carried in my

ent woman last week, on the same route, distributed spurious

t such an episode may take place in case of

dom where supremacy rules the roost and the

y of the gift nor did the man who delivered the basket at my foot reveal his identity

by chain-pulling! The police head pacifies everyone and presently there zoom a couple of metal detectors and sniffer dogs. The situation turns bad to worse as the team round up the basket and one of the dogs barkingly tears open the basket. Among the spillage, the dog pulls at one apple in his teeth and it is declared that

he police officer say, "Well, all of you calm down; the bomb

, one of the cops, binds me with fetters, very much agains

I alight the train bound by hand-cuffs and followed by the police! Brushing the mounting mob away, the police conduct me to their premi

CID and this is my identity. I, for sure, know t

person from staff who came to see me off at Salem junction and who were detailing the program to me. It is how the dacoits plotted the othe

ard our department vehicle with the CID

day. It's still strange you got the tip and tracked the criminal. I thought you'

ck on the platform walls with images of criminals and a warning by police that the passengers are to inform the police in case

the culprit? Why didn't you sto

rom my top Brass at Chennai who kept me completely posted with the danger and simultaneously he'd arranged for the arrest of Ja

rom a great disaster and a criminal atroc

friend? For now, lemme get down he

ped him and drove off. After all I'm