I see my home today after what felt like a tight rope walk at a height of tall skyscrapers.

I am a student of IIT Madras. Please before you think 'wow', I am doing my MSc. in Physics but yes I am proud to be doing what I wished to.

Now for the scenes my eyes registered last night in the second class train. People around me did not realize I am a girl as I have short hair and was wearing a shirt which has a tiger's piercing eyes on it.

The ticket collector nudged me and asked me for the ticket.

The train looked like a garbage bin.

I almost forget everything by drowning myself in retrospection and my book.

My eyes however occasionally wandered to capture glimpses of my fellow travelers trying out their new shirts in front of me and also commenting on defects they seemed to have discovered or rather created in great hurry they seemed to be in.

There was yet another traveler, who calls upon his friend, in the other coach, sits in great pride and starts with his preaching as to how one should live his life.

In the eye of darkness and my slumber sleep, I am thrown into consciousness by a drunkard yelling and later bribing the ticket collector.

These events are now a part of my life.

I get up in the morning to see I have reached my hometown. I refuse the coolie who curses me back says "Lady, you will not be able to carry your luggage". I do it though.

After this I begin meeting humane people, an auto man who helps me with the weight I was carrying and drops me home. A fellow earthling who carried my luggage to my flat as he saw I was too tired to go on anymore.

Ah, I then communicate with my family and feel peaceful.