It was a winter night, which year I don't remember.....I was sitting on Raurkela Station waiting for the arrival for the down train. It was a starry cold night and the platform was almost empty. I saw some beggars sitting in one corner of the station wrapped in their torn shawls. It was a full moon but my apetite was not letting me enjoy the view. There was no sign of my train. I stood up and went to the ticket counter to find out, the...