There is no update on the screaming old lady. In fact, I haven’t seen her after that screaming episode. Perhaps, she will just spring-up from now where and instigate an onslaught of questions in my mind.
Actually, I am not writing this piece to update you on that lady. It’s more because of an insight I had yesterday (So lazy. You may think again). I chanced upon this thought while waiting for the train (Yet another coincidence. The trains and platforms seem to be my only source and places of inspiration).
I had been to our Vashi office for a meeting. After wrapping it up, I needed to urgently rush back to Belapur. I reached the platform almost panting after my super brisk walk to the station. When I reached the platform the indicator displayed a train that was expected almost 9 minutes later. I must have missed the earlier one by a few minutes.
Muttering a few cusses, I settled on one of the vacant benches. I began to think how far the train must be at the moment. That’s when, suddenly, this thought came to me that I was at the wrong station. No. No. Not the wrong station, as-in to go to Belapur. I was very much in the right station, but not the right station to be at that point of the time to board the train that was expected. Sounds confusing? Let me put it again. I mean at that time the train I needed to board could have been nearing Mankhurd. So, If I was at Mankhurd at that moment, I could have boarded that train. Or if I would have been somewhere in Sanpada at that time, I could have boarded the previous local train that I had missed. See, being at the right place at the right time is so important. So, I waited for this place to become the right place and the right time to arrive. This happened after 9 minutes and I boarded the train and headed back to Belapur office.
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