My Experiments with Time

It was a humid Thursday morning. I stood at the metro station staring at the back of the missed train. It was one of those self realisation moments, when you miss your train and the true meaning of minutes and seconds dawns upon you. If I had skipped the article on Ranveer-Deepika over breakfast, I would have probably made it. Now it was time for some morning gyan. I sat on the shining steel chair, and scrolled through the notifications and alerts on my mobile. I had reached a point of saturation where best buy suggestions from Amazon, reminders on Facebook, Gaana, WhatsApp were swiped off screen in one stroke. I was not going to fall for these. Yeh dil maange more!! A blog was long overdue now, but my brain was preoccupied with other things. I stared at the winding tracks, when a gush of wind blew through my hair. A shining metallic object (not sure if its steel or aluminium) came to a sudden halt on the other track. I was awed at the beauty of its exterior. The colourf...

The alarm sounded unusually at 3.45 on Monday morning; and as usual I continued sleeping while my over-anxious husband woke up just to make sure I was out of bed. I managed to lazily creep out of bed at 4 am, obviously cursing for the nth time the mastermind behind the early morning plan.  For the first time in my life, I was in my kitchen even before dawn making idli-chutney as we didn’t expect to find any good hotels enroute the Oman-Dubai border. Making idli had never been such a mammoth task. Like a bird in the wall clock, my husband kept reminding me that we would be late if I didn’t rush. We had promised to join our friend and family at their place at 5 am, and I knew right away that it was mission impossible. We finally managed to push through and reached our car at 5.10, only to find that we had missed one precious bag that contained the passport and resident cards. My superstitious husband was annoyed at having to return when we were about to go on a long journey; and ap...