MADRAS: CHAPTER THREE
At the station, he’d met Ram, one of his acquaintances from school who he learned was setting out on the same purpose. Ram was a very cheery and lively fellow who was all excited about making his own fortune in the world, unlike Chandru. Ram had lost his father very early, he had a mother who was a tailor and four sisters, being the only boy child, he was her favourite and a very spoilt child though their family was not all that wealthy. He was not exactly a bumbling idiot, but he was a very inconsiderate, selfish and illogically arduous fellow.
He had many packets of cigarettes which he urged Chandru to try. Chandru found some solace in Ram as a companion for he felt quite lonely at this sudden and unexpected separation.
Ram painted colourful accounts of what he expected and anticipated, he let on an air of knowing all, in general. The village where Ram and Chandru had resided was quite remote, though part of the British Raj, not many English lived there, actually, they thought it was not worth their notice.
His mother had made such a drama of him leaving though she’d known about it for two months. Throughout the journey, Chandru pondered on home, missing the verandah where he would read the evening news as his mother handed him coffee and seeing his sister play nearby, smiling heartily at him from time to time. It was clear she adored and admired him!
He leaned against the metal bars on the train window and felt the brush of the warm wind against his face, listening to the steady and loud rhythm of the train. He looked at the green pastures, the homely farmhouses and yearned for the placidity of his own home and eventually fell asleep, before sighing, “Damn the British, damn this fight for Independence”.