My heart was racing faster with the acceleration of the metro to Nation(Paris).I looked at the metro map like a lost child in the crowd.The unfamiliar language
made me more and more anxious.It was certain now that I was lost and did not know how to reach my destination.Should I call my husband or should I ask someone about the route?
It did not take me even miliseconds to realize that I had no phone, no passport and no money. The only hope was the metro ticket that was left in my pocket.
"The Day was worth it! Isn't It Picha?" said Saumitra after a tiring tour to Disney and Eiffel Tower in a single day. At 1:30 am in the night we both were waiting for a metro to our hotel just to realize that metro's
were no more running on that station. We hurridly followed the crowd and reached another station for metro. While tying a pony, I asked Saumitra to hold my bag. Finally the metro arrived after half an hour and
as the crowd rushed to board it, I also took a short jump and stepped in.I looked back just to see that metro's door were shut and Saumitra was left outside. The last thing I could remember was him waving at me."Why did I step in before him?". "Why couldn't he hurry up and pace up with me?" All these questions left me feel angry and helpless.I thought of getting down at the very next station thinking that he will do the same.To my surprise, he was not in the next train too. My brain neurons were rushing to force me to make a decision to board this train or not as there would be no train after this. I hurridly boarded and left the station.
By this time I had realized that no two people think alike and I had to make a decision which makes us meet at a common place.My mind was confused that should I cry like a lost women or should I behave like a more responsible and courageous women in tragedy. My courage kicked in and I asked a bunch of people around that where is this train heading. I finally made my mind to get down at the last metro station which sounded a little familiar.Those 20 mins were the longest hours of my life. I decided to call him from someone's phone the moment I get down on the last station. After getting down, I realized that I will have to board one more metro to reach near the hotel we were staying in. I got a little confident and gathered some courage to ask a couple if i can make a call to my husband. The guy was very humble and allowed me to make a call. Everytime it said number does not exist gave me jitters. Nonetheless, an announcement
was made that due to some technical issue, metro's are no more running. I asked the couple about the scenario and they said they were taking a taxi. I too followed them. Till this time I had failed in making any contact with Saumitra and was wondering about his whereabouts.
Suddenly I saw an Indian family pass by and took their phone to make a call to Saumitra. The number does not exist was killing me now.The girl was concerned and asked if i needed any help. I thanked her and took my way towards a taxi. It was 2:30 am in the night and there was hardly any one on the road with a very less possibility of finding a taxi. Thankfully I remembered my hotels name and the street. "Hey! Your husband is on the call!" shouted the Indian girl standing opposite to the road. I ran towards her and could hear Saumitra. The first word from him was a cosmic phenomenon that returned energy to my half fused self. He told me that he had already reached the hotel thinking I must have done the same.He was really worried after he found out that I was still not at the hotel and was about to call the police. I asked him to wait for me outside the hotel and pay for the taxi. I hugged the girl for making continuos efforts to dial Saumitra. She was blessing in disguise. I continued the search for taxi thereafter. After 30 mins of wait, I saw an African American taking a bite inside the restraunt and had parked his taxi outside. I waited for him to finish and stood nearby his taxi. Fortunately he agreed to drop me to my destination. I was still scared and apprehensive as i did not know the route, the driver was an african American and 3:00 am is not a very good time in any city of the country. I pretended that i knew the place very well but failed miserably :).
Alone, scared and thinking of worst case scenarios, I reached my Hotel. My eyes sparkled when i saw Saumitra standing in front of the Hotel. I could not wait enough to hug him. We embraced each other in joy after which tears had no place. We both were awestruck and were horrified by every possibility of not having met like this ever again. Those few hours of separation were like a maze for us where we both were left at unknown ends only to find each other and to realize how much more we loved each other.
made me more and more anxious.It was certain now that I was lost and did not know how to reach my destination.Should I call my husband or should I ask someone about the route?
It did not take me even miliseconds to realize that I had no phone, no passport and no money. The only hope was the metro ticket that was left in my pocket.
"The Day was worth it! Isn't It Picha?" said Saumitra after a tiring tour to Disney and Eiffel Tower in a single day. At 1:30 am in the night we both were waiting for a metro to our hotel just to realize that metro's
were no more running on that station. We hurridly followed the crowd and reached another station for metro. While tying a pony, I asked Saumitra to hold my bag. Finally the metro arrived after half an hour and
as the crowd rushed to board it, I also took a short jump and stepped in.I looked back just to see that metro's door were shut and Saumitra was left outside. The last thing I could remember was him waving at me."Why did I step in before him?". "Why couldn't he hurry up and pace up with me?" All these questions left me feel angry and helpless.I thought of getting down at the very next station thinking that he will do the same.To my surprise, he was not in the next train too. My brain neurons were rushing to force me to make a decision to board this train or not as there would be no train after this. I hurridly boarded and left the station.
By this time I had realized that no two people think alike and I had to make a decision which makes us meet at a common place.My mind was confused that should I cry like a lost women or should I behave like a more responsible and courageous women in tragedy. My courage kicked in and I asked a bunch of people around that where is this train heading. I finally made my mind to get down at the last metro station which sounded a little familiar.Those 20 mins were the longest hours of my life. I decided to call him from someone's phone the moment I get down on the last station. After getting down, I realized that I will have to board one more metro to reach near the hotel we were staying in. I got a little confident and gathered some courage to ask a couple if i can make a call to my husband. The guy was very humble and allowed me to make a call. Everytime it said number does not exist gave me jitters. Nonetheless, an announcement
was made that due to some technical issue, metro's are no more running. I asked the couple about the scenario and they said they were taking a taxi. I too followed them. Till this time I had failed in making any contact with Saumitra and was wondering about his whereabouts.
Suddenly I saw an Indian family pass by and took their phone to make a call to Saumitra. The number does not exist was killing me now.The girl was concerned and asked if i needed any help. I thanked her and took my way towards a taxi. It was 2:30 am in the night and there was hardly any one on the road with a very less possibility of finding a taxi. Thankfully I remembered my hotels name and the street. "Hey! Your husband is on the call!" shouted the Indian girl standing opposite to the road. I ran towards her and could hear Saumitra. The first word from him was a cosmic phenomenon that returned energy to my half fused self. He told me that he had already reached the hotel thinking I must have done the same.He was really worried after he found out that I was still not at the hotel and was about to call the police. I asked him to wait for me outside the hotel and pay for the taxi. I hugged the girl for making continuos efforts to dial Saumitra. She was blessing in disguise. I continued the search for taxi thereafter. After 30 mins of wait, I saw an African American taking a bite inside the restraunt and had parked his taxi outside. I waited for him to finish and stood nearby his taxi. Fortunately he agreed to drop me to my destination. I was still scared and apprehensive as i did not know the route, the driver was an african American and 3:00 am is not a very good time in any city of the country. I pretended that i knew the place very well but failed miserably :).
Alone, scared and thinking of worst case scenarios, I reached my Hotel. My eyes sparkled when i saw Saumitra standing in front of the Hotel. I could not wait enough to hug him. We embraced each other in joy after which tears had no place. We both were awestruck and were horrified by every possibility of not having met like this ever again. Those few hours of separation were like a maze for us where we both were left at unknown ends only to find each other and to realize how much more we loved each other.
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