Last summers around the same time, I was working for a company in Noida in the evening shifts. My shift was till 9:30PM and we had cabs to drop us home. On dat fateful day, I happened to miss my cab (ONLY on dat day, the driver decided to leave at exactly 9:45PM. Y me!!!!). And so it was 9:50 and I was standing outside my office fuming at the cab driver, transport deptt, my boss who had to schedule a meeting at 9PM, fate, god while at the same time trying to figure out how to reach back home.
I thought of asking my dad to pick me up or asking one of my collegues to drop me home (my place was at drive of only 20 min away from office so it wasnt much of an issue). And then i saw a bus goin towards my place and all sane n logicals ideas flew outta my mind. "Why bother calling dad at all? Its just 20 min. By the time he'll reach office I'll be back home. I'll take a bus only." And so before any fear or terror could stop me, I crossed the road and boarded the first bus that came my way (obviously the one going to my place). I took the first stair, looked at the driver, then looked at the crowd in the bus and 1st thing that came to my mind, "AA-OH!" Reason: There was only person who seemed sane and sober in that bus and dat was ME. And that includes the driver! It was stinking of liquor. The thought of getting off this bus and dare-devilry flew out as soon as it came coz the bus started moving ahead.
I went in the bus and took a seat next to a window. I could feel around 20 pairs of eyes on me (later on i realised that I was the only gal in the bus) but I kept a firm grip on my nerves (wasnt easy!). I was suddenly mesmerized by Noida with my gaze unblinkingly fixed out of the window. Few people were getting on the bus and were 'trying to' navigate their way in the passage for the empty seats at the end of the bus. A guy sitting next to me though dint seem drunk definitely wasnt sane. Atleast 5 times he asked me the time; not that i bothered to tell him even once. Never ever had a 20 minutes ride had been this long.
Finally I got off the bus and dashed off to home (Phew!). Fortunately I had reached home around the same time as I would have with a cab so my mom dint really doubt anything and I obviously dint tell her anything.
Till date I wonder, what was I thinking? Or was I thinking at all?