From Glasgow
HE was sitting. He was sitting all alone by himself on the bench. “Who will go to Edinburgh, please wait at platform 3”, it was announced. People of all ages were rushing here and there. Young ones, old ones and several. But no one took any notice of him. Alone, sitting with a pen and a book and a luggage beside him. The seat was not full, though. However, nobody came to sit beside him. Will you call this loneliness?