Life At Chennai
This part of my life is called dying alive. Though the very morning I risked my life to death just to catch a daily train, dying alive is weirder and excruciating than the actual death that could take me to hell once for all. A Heavy Gasp and incessant choke by train where synchronously annoying the mélange of crowd around. An old woman pulled my tops and suggested me to choose some other place to stand, as I was obliterating her view towards the nature outside. But, while not even having my own breath under my control, choosing a different place that would comfort someone else was not in my priority at that time. “I am fine here” I signaled her and continued gasping still trying to remind myself of how stupid and reckless I was the previous moment. The recognition costed more than one stop that eventually I witnessed this board – “Guduvancheri” . A ring from mobile didn’t bother to get my attention and I left it poor touch or no touch until few seconds when the call got...