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I swiped the Metro Card at the Entrance, excused myself and ran towards the platform. I was getting late for the college. I started panting heavily as I climbed the escalator.
I accidentally brushed against a plump woman as I ran upwards.
“Sorry Aunty,” I said , pointing my finger towards the metro train. It seemed it was waiting for me. I squeezed myself onto the metro train . It was an adventurous journey I thought.
I discovered a seat next to an old man. I quickly seized it. The fat uncle gave me a disgusting look as if his daughter eloped with me. I glanced across the train and my eyes came across a woman.She was unknown to me but she looked familiar. I was trying hard to recollect but my poor memory betrayed me. I failed to recognize her. I looked at her and she smiled at me in return. I thought of striking a conversation with her but it was weird talking to strangers and was against my principles.
Finally, I mustered enough courage and thought of conversing with her.
I cleared my throat and said, “Excuse me, Aunty!” My voice was so loud that even people from the adjacent bogie looked at me.
“Me?” she asked me.
“Yes, Aunty!” I smiled at her.
“Come and have a seat,” I said and offered her my seat.
She walked towards me and gave me a tight slap on my face. For a moment, all eyes were glued on me.
She got furious and slapped me once again.
I stood there speechless. I had no inkling of what was happening and why I deserved her animosity. For a moment, people started chitchatting about this. Some college girls even laughed looking at me.
“Aunty , stop!” I uttered.
She slapped me again.
“You are Rahul, right?” she confirmed
“Yes, Rahul Kapoor.”
“From DJ Sanghvi Engineering College, right?” she confirmed again.
“Yes.”
“Second Year B.E Electronics, right?” She asked.
“Yes.”
“Division B, right?” She asked.
“yes, right.”
“And I look like an Aunty to you, right?” She got vexed.
“Oops!”
She sat on my seat and I looked downwards waiting for our stop. It was embarrassing for me.
She was my classmate, Eshita Saxena. How would I know? I attended the introduction lecture and never sat for any class. My own eyes betrayed me. I wish I could tell her – “This is between you and me , Okay?” But my poor cheeks were not ready for another slap.
I never looked at her again though she glared at me.
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