That night behold no relevance had that horrific morning would have not occurred. Prior to that was a busy weekend full of shopping, meetings, gossips and planning for my marriage. I was on the cloud nine and dreams in my heart. 6 years and I prayed nothing but to become part of my love’s life.I was travelling hence and forth to my hometown to complete the wedding arrangements and so I had a late night train to catch for Delhi. As usual I was comfortable with traveling alone. I was smart, tricky and aware enough to control things happening around me. I had a RAC ticket on that fully AC coach, mostly family and affluent people boarded the train. I sat quietly at my seat and folded my legs. I was exhausted wanting a good sleep. Roughly around 2:00 AM when TT came and directed me to a upper seat of the compartment. I climbed up, stretched my legs and went off sleep finally after being awake for almost 20 hours.
Someone erupted my sleep and even before I opened my eyes, I sensed a haunted silence around me. And I was right. I got up to find scattered white sheets, pillows and blankets everywhere. There was not even a single passenger around except those scary eyes staring at me. I don’t remember their faces but they surely were dark men with devil faces and no heart. They were amused to see me and noticed my dilemma of being trapped. I had imagined every bad thing that could have happened with me and thereafter in those fraction of seconds. I could see the same reciprocation in their minds. I was on the upper seat and unaware where the train was exactly stationed at that time, platform or somewhere else where I could easily become their prey. I was blank and my thoughts were freeze. Before I could think anything, one of them smiled and said “Come, hold me and let me pull you down”! Why were they smiling at me I didn’t knew? May be for them I was a fool who continued to be sleeping while rest moved out already or I was someone as a beautiful freebie for them.
I had to take some action and something very fast before anything worst could happen.God knew what strength he gave me that time, I forced myself and jumped down. Both of them were standing on either side of the alley. “Give me a side”, I shouted. And the moment one of them moved an inch, I walked out with full speed and dared not turn back nor pause. I still think about what they must be thinking at that time.”
Did they considered me Brave or weak?
Years have passed since then, I still admit I acted bravely. I faught a battle before it could have commenced
I unboxed a corner of my heart that encapsulate immense power. That moment I realised that anyone has the ability to fight for herself or atleast you can make a brave move. It’s vital to identify your reflection, before the world consider you as weak; sorry you are not weak.
You are BRAVE…