An hour before reaching the railway station, an hour at the railway station and then, an hour in the train!
After 2 weeks of hectic work schedule, working from 9 am to 4 am(yes its not a typo, its 4 am) and then baking a cake(as a surprise to be taken for Mumma) the following day, and FINALLY sleeping for 9 hrs is nothing surprising! Alas! Not even started the packing when only 2 hours left to leave for the railway station.Gosh! It tested my level of concentration to pack stuff to collect all IMP document I might need at home for investmenst this year, starting with pan card, photographs etc tc.. a planned trip to my native place which turned to be such a hassle!..Innocent me said : ‘I’m not responsible for all this..its work, then maid, then….” :) Although I know very well , it’s no one , other than me, myself. Now, the real excitement starts. Clock said only 55 mins left to reach the station..where the distance to be covered is 15 kms + Hyderabad’s traffic + Hyderabad’s buses + my luggage(as alwys too much..)… “Koi na ji..I’ll reach pakka se..” Inspite of so much traffic, I reached the