She walked into the metro, exhausted after those eight hours of intense mind labor. Her legs were being butchered by her heels of 3 and, her bag seemed to drag her shoulders down 100 kg, when all it had was her house keys, iPad , earphones, purse and the usual; all in the name of the appropriate office look. Just another half an hour more and she’d be in her PJs, crawled up like a cat on the sofa sipping away her kadhak adhrakh wali chai. Just the mere thought of it sent a soothing sensation down her spine leaving her with goosebumps of a sweet dream. But it was interrupted with the heavy push of the man standing in-front of her.
Peak hours. Just another 20 minutes.
She stepped back slightly.
Another 10 more minutes.
Another push. A touch inappropriate. Her shock was dripping with disgust at this man’s audacity as she confronted him. Only to get the foul taste of his shamelessness as he argued upon his innocence.
Peeved as she saw a few craning necks, she was about to say something more when she felt someone’s hand clasp her shoulders lightly.
“Leave it. There’s no point of it. We’ve almost reached our stop.”
And the doors opened.