I got more and more pissed off as I couldn't wait to get to my favourite air conditioned shop in Andheri and buy myself nice clothes. It was unbearably hot. Finally I started cursing my friend for having taken that particular route.
Very calmly he told me,' May be the universe has something specific in mind for you. May be it needs time to prepare before you get to the shop, like the right dress, the right size might be on their way and need to get there before you do.'
I shut my mouth and sat quietly waiting for the trains to pass.
I'm reminded of a poem I wrote. It has nothing to do with what I just said... it's just got the word train in it too. Enjoy.
Delicate issue of distance
Time is like a train stuck in traffic
Let’s never sit together in any compartments
Let’s never study together for we’ll both fail
Words will contemplate your actions and vice versa
Only distance can bring you to me
Distance that I will create and consistently keep