On one such night, seconds before the midnight train could depart, a hapless male commuter in his thirties, drunk out of his wits (which I now realise in hindsight) rushed to the train and attempted to latch on to the vertical hand rails near the exit of the train. But as hard luck would have it, the train had already gained momentum and was already moving dangerously fast. To the horror of all the onlookers, the man slipped, but not before a young college student, in true filmy style extended his arm and clasped his wrist firmly.
While the rest of the passengers struggled to make sense of the madness unfolding, the tippler was being dragged on his stomach against the platform for a few metres, and was perilously close to slipping through the gaps on the tracks.
Luckily, the student pushed off the tippler’s arm just in time, leaving him lying on the platform. While the rest of us just stared incredulously, the student went back to hobnobbing with his band of brothers, oblivious to the life he just saved.
—Bijoy Bharathan, Chennai.