Relaxed.
This is the word that comes to my mind when I travel in Delhi metro during night time.
It's fairly spacious; not congested and rushed like morning and day time or even in evening. People don't bother about reserving their seats. They don't look in a hurry. No worried look on their face. They don't care about their attire either, weather their clothes are forming wrinkles or getting dirty.
All of us looking forward to go home and relax more.
Well this is almost every day view. There is nothing really special to look at.
So I had my eyes stuck on my mobile, leaning on the door, even if it's not safe. But who wouldn't like to stand for a while after being glued to a chair for 8 hours straight. I am surprised my ass hasn't gotten flat yet.
My station was next anyways so even if I fall, I will fall where I should be, on the station. Alright it didn't sound as funny as it should have.
This was my daily routine. Going to work. Work. Coming back from work. On the same train, with my phone already in my hand, while I reply to all the accumulated messages and whatsapp some friends, standing on the same spot, leaning on the same door, every day.
Yes things are monotonous. So very monotonous. But I have acted as a job hopper for past 3 years. Slowly employers started refusing to recruit my unsettled self. So I have been working with this company for 8 months now and need to work for 22 more, for me to gain a good reputation again. Boring story of an average adult.
Feeling the metro come to a halt I start to move against the door but I found myself unable to do so. Hell I was being pulled towards the door. When I looked my leather jacket was stuck in the vent where door goes in.
I slowly started to panic. "Oh my god!", I said, not knowing what to do. I was so severely stuck, my jacket was refusing to budge even an inch. A series of shit started to litter from my mouth.
Looking around frantically, I found a girl coming to my help. Worry on her face was clear.
"How did you manage to get in this position?" she squeaked. A pink tongue came out of her mouth with the sheepish expression after finding an unamused expression on my face.
"Okay, at least remove it.", she said, pointing towards my jacket, after having tried to get it out.
"Yes, yes", I said, shrugging my beloved jacket off.
"What should I do?", I felt like crying. It was night time in one of the most unsafe city, in an almost empty metro. And I was stuck, now only my jacket was stuck, and weather wasn't having any pity either, blowing us with its 4 degree celcius winds.
"We'll have to wait until the door closes again.", she said, making my worry rise.
"But I get off on this station.", my tears were threatening to come out. Cursing this company mentally for making me come to this city.
"I do too.", she said softly trying to calm me. And like this for the first I looked at her, actually looked at her. She had concerned but soft expression. Her eyes were laced with worry too. Worry for me.
And now I wanted to go to psychiatric. There must be seriously something wrong with me, everything is this company's fault.
How the hell was I not able to notice this beautiful, beautiful lady in front of me? And why was she trying to help? Do people this beautiful usually help others? Was this normal? What the heck is happening today?
Suddenly she grabbed my elbow and pulled me towards her. "Now you want to get stuck between doors too?", she teased.
Smiling, I shook my head. And found my jacket indeed came out with the door. Relief filled in me.
I sat down with the girl as my legs were shaking from all the adrenaline. Still confused, I asked, "Why did you stay behind with me? Next station doesn't come for another hour. And I don't know when we'll get the train back."
"I couldn't have left a pretty girl alone now, could I?", she smirked.
And to say my eyebrows skyrocketed would be an understatement. Was she flirting with me. I shouldn't jump to conclusions, it's just a compliment. So I decided to reply back,"Well,now this pretty girl is in even more danger because she is with one gorgeous lady ."
She had shocked expression on her face. And I started second thinking. Was it too much. Maybe I should say 'no homo' but it was totally homo intended. No I will make it more awkward. It was truth anyways. And at least I made her feel good about herself, or boosted her ego even more but whatever. It was truth. She was adorably gorgeous.
Slowly her expression changed. Donning a vibrant smile, which made me have a similar one, and she stuck out her hand to introduce herself.
And well let's just say my life was never monotonous again.
