What an idiot I am. The man is an effigy of mistakes. Just not in my case! Because I seriously am the emperor of some genuine blunders.
 
Welcome aboard. Submitted here is the story of how I missed my train.
 
You know you’re going great when your fun glands pour sarcasm at yourself. They say all things happen for the greater good. Tell me one benefit associated with being alone at a deserted Maoist Railway station. You’ll say experience; I would say I am a graduate with a dual degree. Still, my future is bleak. Beat this horrible experience.
 
Education is the prime concern, hope, and aspiration to elevate high in this country. But my personal experience says the majority of them are just for a degree, not for decency.
 
Well! Well! Well!! Not to forget, at 02:25 AM, I am stuck in between this deserted, de-located, dangerous, drowning Kulti station. No train stops here, but the luggage car.
 
The only thing I like at this moment is my writing all the stuff. Because I am the one who stood third in that famous Rabbit-Turtle race.  Wrong Ideology I follow. I have food for the day, the party is the ultimate option left; rather than hunting for tomorrow. The more time it is taking to dawn, the more I am involved in introspection. A graduate, a trained High School teacher, that’s what I can fetch at the moment. But the dream of a prestigious job keeps me moving.
 
Alongside, I glimpse some happy-go-lucky college youth. This is when you reminisce about your good days, and your inner voice in your head says, “Hum bhi kabhi aise hi the”.

No wait, I still have to curse those five minutes of sleep which landed me in this wonderland. No, f*king train stops here. My friend forbade me from further sleep and to be prepared for the mob’s attack. Look at how miserable the conditions I am stuck. My lone station-mate lady moves along with her luggage. My belief in “Akeli ladki khuli tijori ke saman hoti hai” gets nourishment here. Doesn’t mean I am a girl, but yeah! Seeing the increased rate of homosexuality, you too are supposed to be feared. Especially in Bengal. 😜😂 #OkSorry
 
The wall clock at the station believes I am a fool, staring at it every five minutes, expecting a quick leap of a thousand decades. It gives me a middle finger salute at the moment. One.. Two.. Three…… forty-eight bogies were there on that train. I haven’t slept in a while, so I have to rush to get a ticket before a TTE catches me and lodges me fine for the obvious reasons. But I can’t even locate the UTS window. Leave! Tab ki tab dekhi jayegi.
 
Can’t even make a call to the family at the moment. Bad news propagates this early at 2:45 AM. So, better enjoy the ride. If it is happening, it was meant to be. Enjoy along with me @ Kulti. 

The Inconvenience caused is deeply regretted.
 
PS: Don’t laugh or pray as you might fall as prey.
(The Incident happened on the 9th of June 2014 on a visit to Kolkata.)