“Thunder is rumbling in the air… on your march, get set..” I cautioned my self. Strange are the ways of nature. It was just four or five minutes since I crossed over the upper road after taking a clear look at the western sky and the reddish sun in all its glory. Any way, even if it rains, the rows of trees on both sides of the road would protect me! but the thunder was still fumbling in the sky though it was not preceded by lightning.
As I was moving fast along that upper road I came across one of my acquaintances but I did not stop to chat with him. Yet, he was bent upon having a few words, may be because we were meeting each other after a long gap. “you seem to be in a hurry?” he asked and I simply said, ” Yeah, it may rain” “rain?” he asked me rather sarcastically. Thunder was still rumbling and I asked him “Don’t you hear that ?”. Just then we heard that long whistle of the 6pm Ooty-Mettupalayam train which was chugging along the narrow gauge.. the engine and the first compartment had already entered the first tunnel.
“So, that was your problem”, he said; again sarcastically yes, there was not much difference between thunder in the distant sky and the sound produced by that train.