I was sleeping and it was 10 A.M. Suddenly, I heard – “Uth jaa class ka time ho rha hai”. My mom, who is the best in this world, was trying to wake me up… yes her voice works like a lively alarm bell for me. Slowly and with lots of laziness, I stand up and saw the time. Oh no! Why I can’t stop this tick-tock for few hours. Baby don’t you know I slept at 3 A.M. I ran and started getting ready for the class- my French class. I had some rose milk and rush to the metro station of Shastri Nagar. You know that in Delhi metro, we ladies have our own ‘space’ …
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A troop of men was entered in the ladies coach. One of the ladies told them to step back in the previous coach, but they did not listened and guess what? Bash…boom…bang! All the ladies were shouting and the driver come out to see what’s happening. Hey, but wait! I have my class and I am already late. They were fighting and shouting louder and already wasted my 30 minutes. Finally, the doors were open and I rush towards the exit of the Pulbangash Metro station. I was planning to take the bus from there to reach on time. But, thanks to my drony nature, I preferred to take metro for Rajiv chowk instead. I was already late for my class and c’est impossible to reach there on time. And then I decided to call one of my friends and planned a hangout at India gate. What’s next? I look into my front pocket, my back one and in the bag, but could not find my mobile. And I said to myself- “bas yahi hona baki tha.”
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