The race for survival (slash getting on the train)

It all starts with a saying. In this case, what Sowmya said. We were both talking about general things when she suddenly says, "Hey, Sharada, the trip has been fun.... but I want something adventurous to happen." At my eye-rolling she adds: "Adevnturous; but not dangerous..."
If I had the power to rewind maybe I would've just clapped my hand over her mouth before she spoke. Or maybe not. Her saying this lead the incident.



  Some two hours later we reach the Salem station to board the train for Chennai. After a delay of an hour or so, I hear the sound of the train arriving and the travel-guy's instructions for boarding the train quickly. Students and teachers crowd the entries. I go to the last entrance of D-12, my coach, and suddenly stop and stare. The whole coach was occupied. Not a single seat was left out. My mind bombarded itself with questions: Is this really my coach? Is this even the correct train?? But then people are getting in, and so I gear myself too.

But I (and some others) are in for a nasty surprise. The train starts. Some aren't even in yet. By the time Anjanaa gets in, the train starts picking up speed. I jog to keep up, my heart racing. My palms are sweaty, and my backpack slides off my shoulder onto my hand. My other hand is fully occupied with the huge and heavy trolley which is seriously hampering my speed.
Behind me, Siva says casually: "Hey, maybe the train is just moving to another platform or something. It'll stop soon....." What I really wanted to do then was to go and shout at her: "Are you mad?! Either way, I am getting on the train."
  Somehow I get a hold on one of the handles of the compartment. I can hear Anjanaa screaming my name from inside. I need more support to haul myself in but my other hand is occupied and I'm still running. Dimly, in the back of my mind, a thought tells me that if I fall, I'll get seriously injured. Adrenaline surges in. Somehow, I get a better hold on the handle, put one foot on the steps and throw myself inside. The crowd milling at the entrance prevents me from falling. 
Meanwhile, Siva has just come to her senses. She is finally running, and lagging behind. I do my heroic action for the day. I stretch my hand sideways and out, and pull her inside.Siva saved.
 A second later, Sowmya practically falls on both of us inside the train. She looks at her empty hands in shock. "My bag...." she says. "I left it in the platform." She bursts into tears.

Some Adventure.