The lady sat on the seat, eyes shut, leaning back against the headrest. As soon as the train started moving, she awoke. A hand dug deep into a bulbous bag and out came a vada pav. She relished it, totally absorbed in it as if it was a longed for treat.
Behind her a fight erupted between two beggar girls. Collectively heads shot up from all around as tired women, exausted from the days work, the tribulations of travel in the rush hour, turned to survey the scene. The elder of the girls, about thirteen, aimed a punch at the little one who ducked adroitly and darted between the seats evading the blows. A mistimed blow landed on the diner with the vada pav.it flew up into the air then landed between the seats. Mayhem erupted as the lady sprang to her feet, bellowing in rage, as she tried to retrieve the vadapav, then realising that it had fallen under the seat, she too joined in the melee hitting out at the beggar girl. The two suddenly ganging up against the common peril, leapt of the now slowing train, running away as fast as they could.
As the train moved off, i leaned out, just in time to see the two girls, sitting behind a station bench, sharing a sumptous meal of vada pav. Smiling to myself at the girls insouciance and resourcefulness, i turned to look at the angry commuter. Having subsided on her seat, still now and then peering under the seat, she put a hand in the afore mentioned bag, and digging out a bag of bhindi, and a knife started cutting them angrily prepping for the dinner to be cooked at home.
Behind her a fight erupted between two beggar girls. Collectively heads shot up from all around as tired women, exausted from the days work, the tribulations of travel in the rush hour, turned to survey the scene. The elder of the girls, about thirteen, aimed a punch at the little one who ducked adroitly and darted between the seats evading the blows. A mistimed blow landed on the diner with the vada pav.it flew up into the air then landed between the seats. Mayhem erupted as the lady sprang to her feet, bellowing in rage, as she tried to retrieve the vadapav, then realising that it had fallen under the seat, she too joined in the melee hitting out at the beggar girl. The two suddenly ganging up against the common peril, leapt of the now slowing train, running away as fast as they could.
As the train moved off, i leaned out, just in time to see the two girls, sitting behind a station bench, sharing a sumptous meal of vada pav. Smiling to myself at the girls insouciance and resourcefulness, i turned to look at the angry commuter. Having subsided on her seat, still now and then peering under the seat, she put a hand in the afore mentioned bag, and digging out a bag of bhindi, and a knife started cutting them angrily prepping for the dinner to be cooked at home.
Wow! nice to get a hilarious one! trust you to come up with 'digging into the bag for a vada pau'..
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