"Those were the days, my friend"... when I felt the rush hour getting on my nerves. At times when I had to wear a red blouse for a green sari, I used to say with pride that "this is the in thing, a fashion of today you know...Contrast blouse..."
I needed to walk up and down our hall to gobble my breakfast without even taking a break to know what was being swallowed.
I used to feel thankful that I did not undo the plait of yesterday because I had knotted it high up while going for a bath. Thank God, I only need to undo the knot and comb the hair in front a little bit...that's all...there it is, my neat plait.
Close the back door, check if the motor is switched off. check the gas knobs, close the windows, dump my Tiffin box inside my handbag, slip on my feet into the slippers(I need to buy another...Don't know when I will have to carry them in my hands), lock the front door and then the grill door, now the gate, rush across to our opposite house, hand over the keys to them, and then start walking....no, no running towards the railway station. It is about a 10 minutes walk from our house...But I reach within 5 minutes and I run across the tracks because I see my train entering the platform. At last I am successful...whew! Sigh!!! I am happy to see my train friends and eagerly look for my colleagues who get up in the next station and the ones who are already in the train.
After 10 years of VRS, even to recollect these moments of Rush hour, I need to hold my breath. I wonder if I was the one who did all these....!!
I am sure I cannot do it again and that too everyday...Thank you VRS...
