Agantuk's Desk – Explore, Implore, Reverberate

A tattered station, a lonely platform lined with banyan, neem & jasmine trees, a single train, a vendor serving meals – a gentleman is stationed there. Other stations had a station master but this one had a master. A master of stations. Static like the station. The station was built over an old crumbling crematorium. The village rests there, only the station stands. Her master waits for the train.