Thursday, February 17, 2011

The Knight of Nizamuddin Railway Station

Its good to be back. I love that I feel warm and comforted the instant I enter our home.
And I would not have been here if it was not for the kindness of a stranger. Atleast, that is what he told me, and I fully agree.
When I arrived at Nizamuddin yesterday, I dragged me and my suitcase all the way from the station to the prepaid booth, queued up for 20 minutes in the rain, got a prepaid receipt, and then was told that I'd have to walk all the way back. It was during this walk that my fingers got rubbed raw by the suitcase, my socks got wet and muddy, and my jeans treacherously decided that they had had enough of this apple shaped woman and began slipping off. There I was then, transferring my bag from one aching hand to the other while pulling up my jeans between transfers. The one auto I managed to hail down refused to take me to the New Delhi station.
I didn’t have the gumption to argue and so hitched up my jeans and continued walking. A few metres down, I was stopped by a young man who was drinking tea with much style.

'Where do you want to go?'
'New Delhi Station'
'Why didn't you get into that one'
'He refused to take me!'
'Nonsense! Just get in!'
'He refused!' (high pitched yelp)
'Madam, this is Dilli. If you approach people so lovingly, you will still be standing here tomorrow morning! Here, come with me..and hide that chit you are waving around. Auto! Take madam to New Delhi. Madam ,you just get in and give him the chit when you get there. Let me take that suitcase'

I was dazed by all this activity, but thankfully recovered enough to lunge back out and thank him. Like some fairytale knight, rescuing women in distress was all in a days work for him, and he was now back to savouring his chai.


twoin1shot said...

It is so good to have you back as I can't wait to hear about your adventures. We will need to skype soon. Ly, T

Anonymous said...

You're back with a bang! I've missed you and hope you and Mian had a wonderful vacation!!