Keen Eyes On The Platform

The train had arrived at the Churchgate station. And the passengers had gotten off already. Few passengers left on the car. So I had to get off. When I was about to drop off, I found a similar-minded man. He was also late.

Before he dropped off the platform, he looked back at me with stern eyes. And we stared at each other for only a moment. Yet he walked away toward the way out of the station soon.