In those days, I used to travel a lot between Hyderabad and Bangalore.Initially by train and then mostly by buses. The train from Hyderabad leaves at 7:00 in the evening. I would keep looking out of the window until it became dark,read a book until I felt hungry,eat and then read again until I felt sleepy. After a good night's sleep, I would get up to a beautilful morning and keep looking out of the window until I reached Bangalore by about 7:00.
I so loved those train journeys. And I loved the lower berth seats in the passage with its big windows. That is, until that night- the night when I woke up in the middle of the night feeling a hand placed on my bottom. I got up, looked around to see all darkness around and every one in the adjacent compartment sleeping. My scream must not have been loud enough.I was then awake for a long time till finally sleep took over me. The same thing happened yet again. The same person had come back and tried to place his hand on me again. I could not sleep thereafter. That's when I decided never to take passage seats again. Or to switch to the buses.
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