Leaving early from office I was finding it difficult to walk to the station. The shoe I was wearing was really small and my large feet were finding it difficult to accomodate in the space provided for them. My little was hurting and I was slightly limping and trying really hard not to limp. It is pretty much hard to pretend not to do when you are actually doing it. I was sulking about the rotten shoe I had worn and my feet were in great pain. But I had to walk to the station and so I continued walking without limp while was actually limping. Quite complicated thought it may be.
I reached the station and was waiting on the platform for the ever crowded train. My cribbing has reached new levels after I have come to Mumbai. I have a problem with everything I see, I do, I experience. Everything and anything about Mumbai frustates me.
The train rumbled into the station with a moderate crowd much to my surprise and I boarded the train and started listening to the radio. I was listening to a remix and tapping my foot and ouch! Ok stand still I commanded myslf, when a hand touched my arm.( I was standing near the door because thats where the radio reception is clear.) I turned and saw an elderly person standing behind me. "Matunga?" he asked me. I shook my head and moved aside. He was a man of about 70 and looked very frail. He hung his walking stick on his hand and with the support of the vertical bar he propelled himself forward. The train halted in the platform and I saw that the platform was very low and the distance between the footboard of the train and the platform was about foots space. The man slowly lowered himself and moved at a measured pace. Standing alone on the platform he looked left and right and the started to move in the direction of the stairs.
I was watching all this from the train. I started to wonder at the man. He was so frail. God knows from where he was coming. He has to climb the stairs to the bridge and then go home. At 70 when he is able to do it then why I am cribbing at 22 and that too for a defective shoe!!!!! Hmph!!!!!
And then..............
Ouch! Idiot whats the hurry? I am already in pain and this idiot beside me has to step on my foot. Idiots. Always in hurry. I hate this city. I hate what I see, what I do and I hate what I am experiencing. This awful pain in my feet.
