The compartment is almost empty.
I put ma bag on the upper berth.
laid down on ma berth... felt sleepy...
mom's words : "take care of ur bag, don sleep off"
i opened ma eyes, yeah the bag's there. Actually no one's around.. nothing to worry.
hmmm...can ve a quick nap...
I felt some shadow on me.. open ma eyes... a tall gentle man, standing just beside me, putting his hand in the bag up there.
" grrrrrrrrr!#$%&* " making that funny voice, jumped up.. he jus turn around.. n pushed him down on to d seat.. ma hands tight on his collar..
'm jus about to punch n break his nose.. he is gone pale, eyes bulbed out..his voice..." sir...ah' i am seat number 12...earmmm...eh here... n ...its.. ma.. bag...sir ".
I was not ready to listen to anythin atall. but he said..! i tilted ma head up... ma blue bag is sitting on that corner there n looking at me n givin that dirty smile of his.
Oh s*** wat did i jus do... ab iss ka mai kya karoon..
i took ma hand off him... made his colar straight... put his shirt alrite....:" sorry sir"
i ve no clue wat to do...leaned back to ma seat.... hiding ma face behind ma hand..'m behaving kinda mad...dono how to face him... he is still sitting in the same position with same xpression... i said "sir... i am really sorry..ok... ah!.. u r a... u knw.. u r a good man... yeah"
he took his bag n was on his feet.... jaate jaate, i heard him sreamin : "yehhh... paagal hai, paagal", thank god there was no one around... but the poor fellow never came back to his seat.
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