The world is a transient rest house in which we all are strangers. This is perhaps best analogized by a railway platform which is characterized by short lived sojourn of people coming in and going out. The platform may be special cynosure of social scientists or social psychologists because of its peculiar atmosphere due to the co-existence of people of different cultures and temperaments, but it is no less attractive to a curious mind interested in human interactions.

Every moment, the railway platform, which is typically a vast place protected by a high hanging brick built roof, bubbles over with people of all kinds rich, poor, impoverished and goods. They being strangers  to one another, people behave strangely, while sometimes  they do not behave at all. They are a crowd of people having different destinations. That is why one, once in that place, feels utterly lonely among those nameless crowd. Most of the time this bad feeling is aggravated by the nasty the unhygienic environment. Now a days, however, pick pockets are a big threat for passengers.