the last train

Yup, so as you can see in the image: I am standing at the metro station and the my clock says 11:30. As it happened, it got very late yesterday while dining with my friends at Fire 'n' Ice, Sector 10, dwarka. The end semester exams had just finished and we were celebrating.

Usually on such an occasion, I stayed in the hostel. But today when I was talking with my dad earlier, he was somehow more persistent for me to get home. He even said that if I missed the metro, he can come here to pick me up. That was unusual. Hmm.

So I got up while my friends were still eating to grab the metro. It was already 10:30 and I knew that the last metro left around this time. Still, I my dad's temper scared me and I did'nt want to give him the trouble to come pick me up all the way from home. So I hit the now deserted streets of dwarka and almost panicked when I could'nt find any single rickshaw in site. The metro station was far off and I knew for sure that I could'nt have made it on foot. Luckily I got one and I had to run and cross the red light for that. So when I reached the station (and it was deserted to the point of looking haunted), I hurried with the checking and the half-asleep guards to reach the platform and was relieved beyond doubt that I made it.

As I hopped on the the next metro, I noticed that it was only till the dwarka station and my stop was ahead of that. This caused me some panic but I thought it better to leave the thinking for when the trouble came. And indeed, soon, the driver announced for all the passengers to de-board at dwarka station as it was the final stop. There were hardly 10 more fellow passengers. Hmm, this could be trouble. But after some tense moments, there was an announcement that the next train is the last train for today and it will go to Noida City Center. Relief. :)

So it was now official, I was on today's last train. It finally arrived and I hopped on. There were a total of around 20 people on the train, all half-asleep, sprawling on the seats. The guy who sat in front of me was drunk, I could smell alcohol. (image attached)

So I finally got home at 11:45 and my dad was ballistic. What happened after that was definitely not the kind of day I imagined as the last day of exam.