A journey to remember

She was waiting in a crowded station, waiting for her train to arrive, waiting to be taken to a destination far from the madding crowd surrounding her. Suddenly weariness began to take its toll on her and she wanted some place to rest her tiny feet. She looked around and saw all the men, some women and little kids lost in myriad conversations, saying those good byes and talking about taking care of each other, promising to keep in touch soon after they reached the destination. She took in all of this and was still searching for a place to rest her tiny feet. That is when she took notice of the heavy suitcase she was clutching. Soon a vertical cuboid became a horizontal one and she sat down. Hands cupped her chin, looking at all the people hustling by, not waiting to even so much as even chance a glance at her. Oh yes, some did, the ones who were so irritated that she was sitting in their way, gave those cold glares and continued on their way heaving heavy suitcases.
The familiar noise emanated from the tracks, steel rolling on flattened steel, smoke from a chimney, the approaching sirens of the vehicle that was to carry her, house her for the next few hours. She waited patiently till the vehicle pulled in and came to a halt. The whole platform was ablaze with activity and everyone seemed to be heading towards her train. There were those that were so destitute that they had no business in a train yet they scourged the train looking for any remnants that can feed them their next meal. An old lady stepped out and her jewelry bespoke of a certain class. She looked along the length and breadth of the platform looking for someone who would help her with her suitcase.
Mary decided it was time she headed towards the train to claim her seat. She was willing it to be the one next to the window. Window seats were so exciting; she could take in all the sights and landscapes that the country threw at her. She read the charts to double check that her name was there and went in and sat down near the window. She had her knitting kit which was to be her companion for most part of the journey. For the rest she hoped she would have something more human. She looked down at the hem of her skirt, it seemed to be giving way and the skirt had lifted and rested just above her ankles. She looked at her legs with interest and saw the well toned legs. Well toned legs that went with her well rounded breasts, and legs extending from a sleek waist. She was small on the whole, a tiny frame that could fit snugly anywhere just as now she was seated at the very edge of her seat clutching her knitting kit.
The train began to slowly inch its way out of the familiar platform and approached the country side soon enough. It settled into a familiar speed, flying past paddy fields and cotton ones with equal ease. She saw men and women working their way in their fields and stopping every once in a while to chance a glance at the trains inching their way past them. Her glance shifted around her coach and she noticed that her bay was practically empty except for a cross old man sitting with crossed brows. He did not seem friendly and she did not dare try and initiate a conversation with him. He had a soiled piece of paper in his hands that looked familiar enough to pass on for the ticket yet dirty and made into a ball that was far, far away from any ticket. She started to knit the woolen scarf she had promised herself for Christmas and every once in a while looked around to take in the warmth of the sights they crossed. She loved the sound the train made when it was over a bridge as it was now.
Night soon began to fall and the old man was packing his belongings. Her soul companion was also going to get off the train when the next station came along. She sighed, made a comfortable bed for herself and curved herself in the tiny seat. She soon fell asleep and started dreaming about a castle where she was the princess and her knight in shining armour was giving her a massage. It felt so good, the touch of the hands on her legs, cupping them and making their way slowly upwards. Now they had moved upwards and were clutching her shoulders and felt so strong. She could hear her own breath coming haltingly and could smell mint at close quarters. Then she felt a slight heaving close to her, and the hands were working their way under her blouse. She was enjoying herself so much that she urged the man to just go on and on. In her dreamy state she could catch sight of only a thin moustache and a silver chain falling from his neck exhibiting the letter A. Soon all was quiet and she fell into a deep slumber.
The sun came pouring into her compartment and she woke with a start. She tried to remember all that had happened when the train was passing through the wilderness when she realized she had company in her bay. The old man was no where to be seen but in his place were two strong men, one looking just like the other. They were nattily dressed, each donning a suit. They had well rounded shoulders and a thin moustache. They each had those exhibitionist chains displaying the letter A with all pride and glory. The train soon halted to a complete stop and it was time for her to alight. The men followed her too and she tried to search their eyes for a look of familiarity. They both flashed a smile at her and continued on their way.