Satish's mother said: 'It’s such a nuisance having to wait for the train right in the middle of the night. But one can’t let the child wait here alone. Anything can happen to a boy at a big station like this, there are so many suspicious characters hanging about. These days one has to be very careful of strangers.'
Never talk to strangers!
I like strangers!
An engine was shunting up and down beside platform No.8 , a boy leapt off the platform and ran across the rails.He was at a safe distance from the engine, and there was no danger unless he had fallen; but as he leapt across the rails, the woman clutched my arm. Her fingers dug into my flesh,I caught her fingers and looked up at her, and I saw a spasm of pain and fear and sadness pass across her face.
'Hello, Arun!’ he called. 'The train's coming in late', as usual. 'Did you know we have a new Headmaster this year?' We shook hands, and then he turned to his mother and said: 'This is Arun, mother. He is one of my friends, and the best bowler in the class.’