A little later, meandering outside the railway station with a heavy heart, I got the reservation cancelled. Pocketing fifty per cent of the money I had paid, I even managed the sympathy of the guy behind the cancellation glass window. “Very sad, madam. Fokat mein paisa kata.” Soon after, I walked into the nearest coffee shop, despite the “closed” sign hung on its glass door, and asked the guy for a cold sparkle coffee. I looked around, spotting no one; I guessed that nobody else had missed a train.
A week back, I was again sipping chai, when a colleague mentioned his early morning flight blues. I just stopped short of saying, “Ha, I have never missed a flight!”
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