It’s 10.30 p.m.
I have just reached the Delhi Railways. I’m exhausted.
The ride consisted of 8 hours with regular bad food and bad passengers on my right.
I’m not sure how the lady who sat next to me could eat in such a disgusting manner. She ate the food (If that is what we were served) in big bites and with her mouth open, she would make such sounds as she ate that i didn’t have any appetite.
The only comfort I had was my iPod which I kept handy in case I wanted to click pictures that I wanted to turn into memories.
This was my first train ride in so many years. However, the ride wasn’t worth any of it. I couldn’t sleep for the seats were too hard and tense. The washrooms were unhygienic. My mother said that this was expected, but how could I expect this in such a generation when everything was changing so quickly?
I felt dizzy when I saw the washroom and suddenly, I didn’t have the urge to urinate so much.
Finally, we reached the Delhi Railway Station. I was relieved, but we had to be quick. If we wasted even a minute, the train would start moving again and we wouldn’t have been on the destination we hoped to be on. My mother and I, we quickly took all our luggage in our hands and on our shoulders and off we went. We jumped of the train, safely landing on the Platform.
It felt good to be breathing the air I had been breathing for almost 7 years now. Yes, I am being a little dramatic. But you can’t complain, because my butt hurt so much on that awful train ride.
So, we take all our belongings. We call our driver and he tells us that he is almost on his way. So we decided to wait outside the station, were the cars are. And off we went, and I will never forget this moment.
I hope I do. I really hope I don’t have to relive this in my life ever, because this incident terrified me. Maybe because I never thought this would happen to ME. But it did.
As we were ascending the stairs, my mother went on in front of me, as she had to look out for the driver. And I was behind her, telling her I’d carry the heavy suitcase (It wasn’t that heavy). I was struggling with it on the stairs as I was scared I might tumble down and that would be quite embarrassing for me. So I was walking slowly.
And then, this stranger, he brushed against my shoulder and was close enough to whisper in my ear. And he did.
He whispered in my ear “Hi, sweetie.”
I stopped and dropped the suitcase. I wasn’t sure if that had just happened or it was just, maybe, a delusion.
But it really wasn’t, because when I turned around, I saw him look right back at me with an evil grin. Yes, it was an evil grin for I could feel him stripping me bare in his mind.
It was ghastly, it was sickening. And yet, I just stood there for a minute, watched him go away, and picked up the suitcase again, and walked towards my mother like nothing happened.
This is a nightmare. I am going numb again, just thinking about that moment, it makes me want to go away. Go away somewhere far, far from this shitty country.
I fucking hate this.
I’m going numb again.
Bye.
If you love me. 