Rail Kill
Rail Kill A personal account of the human toll of rail accidents in Sri Lanka Denzil Jayasinghe 6 min read·Jun 14, 2022 10 I was on a train during the August school holidays. My best mate Ajit was waiting for me at the Hatton station. The train ride was not attempted by many 15-year-olds, alone a 140 kilometres distance. I took off that morning from home with my bag and lunch, packed by my mother. I sat in a corner seat on the crowded train with no doors, excited about the weeks ahead on holiday with my mate Ajit. The ride was slow, but killing my boredom, I watched the passing scenery from the large open window. By midday, the train was screeching to a slow halt at Polgahawela, a busy interchange station halfway to my destination. I kept looking through my window on my right, at the surroundings and the people on the other side of the crowded platforms. Suddenly, I heard a woman screaming and wailing, “Brother, my brother”. Her wailing was so loud that I was stunned as the train stopp...