I was sitting peacefully in My 6 coached Metro. I had everything with me - a nice cozy unreserved seat, a beautiful girl siting next to me, Harper's Bazaar magazine in my hand and a bright yellowish light above me to see its glossy photos. Life was perfect.
but suddenly I was asked to vacate the Metro via an announcement. Nobody was there to explain 'why'. What I had been considering "my Metro" for the past 15 minutes was no longer mine! I was made a REFUGEE in a split-second. I had to leave behind everything I had to start a new life in an Alien overcrowded 4 coached Metro.
Now I can understand how people must have felt at the time of PARTITION. I empathize with them.
but suddenly I was asked to vacate the Metro via an announcement. Nobody was there to explain 'why'. What I had been considering "my Metro" for the past 15 minutes was no longer mine! I was made a REFUGEE in a split-second. I had to leave behind everything I had to start a new life in an Alien overcrowded 4 coached Metro.
Now I can understand how people must have felt at the time of PARTITION. I empathize with them.
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