Daily Prompt : Jolt
In response to daily post’s prompt : Jolt
I remember riding many times in our popular train, ‘The Green Arrow,’ why they named it so, I have no idea. Once on my journey to Comilla, Bangladesh, from Dhaka city, the train was moving along smoothly suddenly I felt a jolt and the train came to a screeching halt.
Then as it happens normally the passengers got out and were running helter- skelter to know why the train stopped so unexpectedly, no one was telling us anything. We only assumed there was something wrong with the train.
Hours later an announcement was made that there was an accident and the train would be delayed. In the meantime my mom and siblings heard there was an accident, but which train, they didn’t know.
My mom sent my brother to the train station if there was any news, but the station master could not provide any details.
My train was expected to arrive in Comilla at 11am. It was well over that time, my mom was scared, she expected the worst. Still she kept hoping I was safe.
It took almost twelve hours to reach Comilla, normally it took four hours.
I was completely exhausted, my brother went every hour to find out if the accident involved our train, no one gave any positive reply, so he’d come home and would return to the station because mom sent him back. Finally when he was informed the train was about to reach Comilla within the hour, he stayed at the station.
I got out of the compartment tired and sleepy. I couldn’t wait to go home and lie down. My mom’s face told the story, she was happy to see me, the hours of waiting so many hours took a toll on her!