The Wretched Day-1

The day was as usual as every other day. I woke up to the tone of my alarm; got ready with excessive enthusiasm for some reasons unknown; boarded the bus as usual on time and reached school in time. As a devoted daughter, I called my mother to inform my safe arrival and asked when she would return from grandma's house. 

It was in fact the second week since my grandma was hospitalised for her wheezing and other co morbidities (and it was not the first time) if truth be said, my mother is a devoted and dutiful daughter. She took care of her mother like no one could do. She would go to hospital every single day sometimes night with undaunted spirit (physically exhausted though)

That day was just another such day; my grandma had just been discharged and my mom was there with her at home. When I called her, I duly enquired her whereabouts and just ignored my grandma's. (After all when hospital becomes one's second home, who will bother much.) The convo lasted roughly for a minute or so (as always). Just a checklist (did you turn off the burners, fans, lights.. etc? locked the door? gave the key to dad?) sort of enquiries which I tackled mechanically and asked rather promptly, when she would return home. (Nothing in this whole world can annoy my mom as much as this simple question can) "Shortly...! Take care" poof... She hung up. I didn't bother much as it was typical of us to be at loggerheads always. 

The day elapsed. It was time for me to leave the school premises. As usual I hitchhiked up to the bus stop and was waiting for the bus. It was a bit weird that I had to wait longer than usual.  Every single minute passed, adding a new passenger to the already waiting mob. We all waited, keeping our fingers crossed. Come did the bus but it was jam-packed beyond its capacity. The regular commuters who used at least to stand comfortably grabbing the railings were footboarding rather zapped and equally irritated. 

Travelling on an overcrowded bus was in no way strange to my Spartan lifestyle. But that day (it was almost 7:15pm) I didn't feel like getting on the bus. I deliberated; the lady who shoved past me insisted me on getting on but it seemed so eerie and foolhardy to be a part of that footboarding expedition. "I've called my dad; he is halfway through.."I lied promptly just to avoid sounding rude. She too left without turning back, fully armed to take up the adventure.

And I...

(To be continued...)