Seat

Spending a hectic day at office, living on tea and waiting for it to over. Tired , frustrated waiting for the metro to reach home as soon as possible. 

Wish I was rich enough to not travel in metro or just would use a plane instead. Dreaming about that life and soon that blow of wind arrive. 

Only hope I had was to get a seat to rest and be more relaxed. Is it too much to ask? Not really but apparently it is in Delhi metro specially during peak hours. 

I entered through that doors just to realise it is crowded a little more today. Leave seating , there is not a place to stand. That voice telling which station is next somehow appeared pretty annoying. I regretted everything - 

Maybe I should have chosen the next metro

Maybe I should have left office early

Maybe I should have taken a rapido 

But ofc it was late for everything. Not giving up, I tried to make that little space through people’s stomachs to move towards the stand to at least have some support. Found one. Not so unlucky afterall. 

Standing through that little stand, I again started continue dreaming about that imaginative life, where I am super rich. Everything felt perfect, except that annoying voice disturbing in between. I was enjoying my life a lot. Wish I could turn that imagination into reality with a blink…. 

But then in the dream somehow I wanted to be politician. It looked fun. Making rules like free chocolates for everyone , 50% on chat papdi on Sundays and what not. I could hear her say ‘’ next station is Kashmere gate “ - the one I need to change on. So opened my eyes to continue to live by reality. 

Just to realise that both in reality and dream, I just wanted a SEAT.