Her head was spinning and she felt her
world suddenly tilt. She tried moving to one side to let in some
fresh air. However, there was no space. She felt trapped. She could
feel something poking her in the back. She once again tried to move
herself, but she seemed to have no energy. 'Where am I?', was her
last coherent thought before her felt her eyelids droop...
It was awhile before she regained
consciousness. The crowd hadn't moved yet she had a feeling of having
moved ahead. She could sense movement. As if someone had bodily
lifted her and was walking or running. She tried looking down. But
her feet were firmly placed on the floor. There was no one holding
her or carrying her. The feeling persisted. Where am I, she once
again wondered, trying to crane her head over the crowd for a glimpse
of the surroundings. However, there was nothing she could see as her nose was level with the oiled, shiny head
of the person standing before her, blocking air-flow.
She could not remember anything.
Perspiration was slowly breaking out on her forehead. And just then,
in a flash, it came to her. She remembered she was now in Mumbai. The
city of dreams. But it now seemed like the city of nightmares. She had
shifted here just two days back. Thinking about the shift, reminded
her of the date. Today was supposed to be the first day of work!
Perhaps she shouldn't have left home without breakfast, in such a
rush... She remembered standing on the platform waiting for a train
to CST. The indicator had said 4 minutes. An unexpected wave of
nausea hit her then though she remembered seeing the train snake
towards the platform. After that, her memory was a blank.
How had she entered this mass of
humans, cramped together, almost crushing her, she didn't know. She
tried racking her brains wondering whether she had entered the train
and had gotten off somewhere or did some abduct her and leave her in
the middle of nowhere? Nothing was making sense to her. The person in
front of her suddenly moved giving her a chance to gulp in some air
before being crushed again.
She felt a sudden push and lurched
ahead. As people around her moved, or just tried balancing
themselves, she quickly escaped into what looked like an alley. It
was a small, tiny space with room for barely one person. The place
was however crowded with even up to 3 people in some places. She
suddenly spotted some benches lining the alley. Each small bench with
3-4 people cramped on it. Her eyes fell on 2 children fighting for
what looked like a soggy biscuit on one of the benches. They seemed
oblivious to the crowd, lost in their own world. The mother, she
guessed it was the mother, had shut her eyes as her head dropped on
her lap. She was amazed at how someone could even think of sleeping
in such a situation!
It was hopeless, she realised. Her head
was already swimming and she felt like throwing up. The crazy October
heat did nothing to help her. The sunlight streaming in the small
space just added to her discomfort. She tried reaching into her bag
for the bottle of water only to be met with empty space.
Panic gripped her. She swiftly turned
around to locate her bag. And instantly regretted the sudden move as
she felt another wave of nausea hit her along with a jarring jab from
the bangles of the woman standing somewhere around her. One hand on
her forehead, she tried wiping the sweat off her
skin with the edge of her Saree. But
the other hand was stuck, well and true.
She could not understand anything.
There were people who were laughing and chatting. The sound felt
alien to her. She wanted to scream! How could anyone joke around in
such a situation? Couldn't they see she was lost?! She could sense
some people looking at her oddly. Few were even commenting, though
she wondered if they were whispers directed towards her or general
conversation. Finally, mustering up some courage, she asked the woman
on the bench closest to her, “Excuse me, is this Mumbai?” The
woman just looked at her oddly as if she was mad and shifted slightly
away on the bench. She decided to repeat the question thinking the
lady perhaps did not understand English. “Excuse me, ye Mumbai
hai?”
The woman on the bench now looked at
her shocked. She could feel sniggers around her. Her heart was in her
throat, waiting for the answer. The woman on the bench curtly replied
“Nahi. America hai. Subah subah main hi mili thi kya? Dimaag kharab
mat kar.”
The sniggers grew louder as she tried
making sense of those words. She wondered what such a crowd was doing
in such a narrow alley. No one seemed to be headed anywhere. What
city was this? What ---
Suddenly, a fat man seated near the end
of the passage decided to move out. In his hurry to walk off, he
accidentally brushed against her. She felt something tug her shoulder
and was relieved to find her bag hanging there. While the bag was
still stuck in the human mass, the strap was firmly on her shoulder.
She tried tugging it with weak hands. Luckily, a helpful person
noticed her efforts, helping her tug it out.
Why was everyone sniggering at her?
Couldn't someone help her. Everytime she wanted to ask someone a
question, they turned away. Did she look funny? Was there some mark
on her face? She took in a deep breath trying to calm her frayed
nerves. Finding her bag soothed her a bit. The purse had everything
in it. Her wallet, her identity proofs, some memories... Finding them
surely calmed her but another lurch and she felt herself thrown
ahead.
She pulled someone's arm in a bid to
steady herself. However, the sudden movement threw her completely off
balance and she unceremoniously landed on the bag of a seated person.
She yelped in pain as she felt the edge of the bench hit her on her
thigh. She looked around, expecting a hand to help her up. Instead of
compassion, she was met with cold, hard stares. People stared at her
as she slowly got up, hobbling on one foot. The space she stood
before had already been usurped. She was pushed to one corner with
barely space to place one foot.
She continued battling her nausea while
trying to get an idea of her surroundings. She tried asking a few
people around again, but her voice failed her. She finally got a
chance to pull out her bottle of water, and felt better after a few
sips.
Suddenly she spotted a vendor pushing
his way through the crowd. The smell of guavas wafted towards her.
She tried beckoning the man, hoping the guava would make her feel
better. Just one bite and her assumptions proved wrong. This time she
felt bile in her throat and did her best to calm herself. If asking
questions earned such a response, she did not know what vomiting
might lead her to.
She glanced at her watch and realised
it was nearly 40 minutes that she seemed to have entered the hell
hole. She was desperate to get out. She wonder how much longer she
would have to endure the suffering.
Her legs felt weak and she wondered how
much longer she could hold on. The vertigo was making the world go
round. She clutched her bag, her one solace to sanity tightly to her
chest and tried taking a deep breath. But her chest felt constricted
by an iron hand. It was getting difficult to breathe and she once
again felt her lids closing...
Just as she gave in, crumpling to the
floor, she heard the voice. "Please pay attention. This train
will go to the yard."
She finally felt herself relax as the
station rolled in and the train emptied. There was no glance, no pity
directed towards the woman lying on the now empty bench...