This is what Platform 1 looks like at 19:50. Waiting to get on the Mangalore Mail #2601. Heading back to Thalassery.
Sometimes, watching life happen all around you -- like a railway station platform swarming with people -- is kind of comforting. It's like, you know you're a part of it, looking at it like some sort of mandated caretaker. Except that it isn't mandated. And you're not a caretaker. Strange. ;-)