Perspective

He sees two guys. One tall, the other taller. D&G etched on one forehead, of course he may not know enough English to read the letters.
They are walking. Towards him. Towards the platform. Towards the train. Mad. Death by suicide can occur through better ways. Why? Ofcourse they are tourists. Why would a tourist want to die under a train?

He thinks.
Stop. Red light. 500 passengers. Let them wait. The lives of two people are more important than a score of minutes of a five hundred.

But why are they doing this? why do they have to walk on a track on which a train is standing, ready to leave. Why? how can people become so stupid?

Oh for Christ's sake, can't they at least walk faster.

He has to stand on the platform in the freezing cold, windy evening, when the sun has almost set.

The guy with the D&G cap doesn't seem to even care that a train is waiting to run on the track. Of course he is not blind to not see a bloody train in front of him. The arrogant *%*@@&.

Thank God, at last they have reached the platform.

His shift would end once this train leaves. Only for these two fools.
He thinks.
People can be so senseless at times.
Let them come, and let the train leave. Enough delay already.
Of course he would get angry if the two people told him they were looking to reach a shopping mall.


What happens when you stop a bullet train for almost the time in which it would be a hundred kilometers away, and then you have a bit of free time, and suddenly you are reminded of your inactive blog,but you are very lazy to think of even something stupid, let alone write it, and you also believe in thinking in somebody else's perspective ?