A Helping Hand
I looked down at my watch - 09:13 am. The heat was bearable but it was only April. Easter had been a good break for me and now I was going back to college. I walked past the baggage security check and looked to my right, where a footbridge was. The Thrissur railway station was a bit crowded considering that it was rush hour and the middle of the week. I looked to the left and spotted some seats beneath a ceiling fan, right next to the deputy station master's office. I placed my suitcase under a seat, my bookbag on my lap, and looked at my watch again. It was now 9:20 am. A young woman in her late twenties was seated across from me. She was wearing a black and white Kalamkari print Kurti with a pair of red palazzos. Her mask covered most of her face and she had shades on. I'd likely stared for a couple of minutes when all of a sudden, an elderly lady rushes to stand next to her. I look over and see that she's accompanied by a young girl roughly aged around 10 or...