Dream came true
Most of the stories beginning with this title lead to a happy journey. Well, if you are expecting the same, read further and you will know.
Somewhere around last week or last to last week, I saw a dream where I lost my bag in metro. Today, the dream rolled out pretty well halfway into my real life.
I punched out for the day from office, accompanied my friends and headed towards Huda metro station. Engrossed in conversations, we went through the security check, picked our bags, boarded the metro and conversations accompanied.
A friend deboarded the metro, we bid our byes and went on with the conversations. After some time, I unzipped my bag to take out Dark Fantasy that a friend gave me today. I noticed a tiffin box which wasn’t mine. All things non similar. I wasn’t keen on checking the things out, my friend insisted and brought to light the fact that if we won’t check, how would we find the owner. I went ahead with the search. We deboarded the metro at Sultanpur and entered the delhi metro control room.
We started searching through the belongings of the owner, fortunately we found an identity card, but unfortunately the number wasn’t his. It belonged to someone else in the family who then shared the personal number of the owner.
The person assisting us in the control room, dialed. The person on the other hand confirmed the bag change. But we were still not sure if he really had my bag. So, I dialed again, he said the bag contains a black jacket. I confirmed, it’s mine.
While I waited with my friend on the Sultanpur metro station for my bag to arrive, the person from dmrc who was assisting us, was ready to satisfy our peaked curiosity. The control room had unique sort of panels to which we were looking in awe and the dmrc person went ahead with explaining them until my friend was convinced enough to apply at dmrc for a role. I, on the other hand, went on by saying that I should buy a unique bag so the situation doesn’t arrive again to which my friend laughed.
Anyways, we went ahead with time sparing conversations and the filmy entry of the bag owner made us stand. With acute desperation to see who has the skill sets as mine, I turned my head towards the gate of the control room and there he was, Tushar Bansal, with my bag.
Exchange of sorry took place, entry of names, phone numbers and signature happened on a page, I checked my bag and found all similar belongings.
My friend and I headed to board the metro, giggled all the way through, had the dark fantasy, unzipped the bag, ruffled through the belongings, found the dark fantasy and shared it, until the time for my friend to deboard the metro arrived.
As my friend deboarded, I started writing this, there are still a few miles for my home to arrive. Hoping to reach successfully with my bag.
