I took my seat in the Delhi bound AC chair car, pleased that the adjoining seat was empty. At Agra a man came and claimed it. Resentfully, I glared at him.

He was a compulsive talker. In fifteen minutes, I wanted to tape his mouth. When mono-syllabic answers failed to shut him, I got progressively ruder.

It was he who saw the abandoned bag, grabbed it and ran to the door. He threw it with such force that he lost his footing too and was sucked out of the train. The bomb exploded in his face. The train rocked sideways gently, once.

The mouth was shut… at last.

Picture From Google Images
Picture From Google Images