On a misty cold white sleepy winter morning in Delhi afterI shared the wooly fog blanket with many others ,I stepped into a wonderland.Every one was in a rush as if the world was about to end and there were multitude of things to accomplish before that.
Looked around,the wall across had a huge map with destinations marked and named.I quickly spotted mine and went ahead.The elderly lady sitting next to me looked at me so curiously that I was almost forced to look at myself critically and check what was wrong.Though apparently nothing was,she was just a curious old lady whose curiousity in me or my attire died as quickly as it had been engaged.
She was now looking at the young couple on the seat across,holding hands,wearing a little less than delhi winters require and basking in the warmth of love.They were engrossed in each other and were loudly debating about a new fb friend.
The old lady didn't seem to be too happy about their attires or conversation and so she shifted her gaze outside the window behind them.And lo! we were no longer in the earth's lap but back in our fog blanket.
I was awakened from my blankness by a familiar baritone announcing a list of do's and don'ts.
It felt good,this voice was from a thing from the yester years called doordarshan.
Was it time travel for me again!
No,it wasn't .
I was back to present ,the journey was over,the wonderland of Delhi metro was telling me to exit so that I could come back again to enjoy being blank.
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