Living alone wasn’t a good idea

It was March of 2016 when I was away from my hometown, in the city of Pune for my post graduation. There I used to live alone in an apartment but then I learned that living alone isn’t always a good idea.

I decided to go home for a few days as there were no classes for about 10 days, so I called my sister who was living in Mangalore, a city in South India and asked her if she wants to join me. So we decided that both of us will reach Mumbai the next day and from there we’ll board a train to my hometown. Tickets were done!

I made a cup of coffee and started packing my stuff. As I was living alone in that apartment I was just wearing a boxer with a ‘Superman’ symbol on it and nothing else. It was 12:30 AM and I was done with the packing. I wasn’t sleepy so I thought I should clean my room because I’m going to leave it for a week or more. I kept my phone on charging and started cleaning. Then I picked up the garbage bag and went outside to put it in the dustbin. It was midnight so I thought it is okay to go outside in a boxer as there will be no one. As soon as I opened the door and went outside, I heard a sound – BANG!, I turned around and saw that my door was closed and locked automatically because of the wind. Oh no!ย So I was outside my apartment in a boxer with a ‘Superman’ symbol on it. Yes it sounds funny but i was terrified.

I was on the 6th floor of the building outside my apartment almost without clothes. What to do? I had to catch a train to Mumbai the next morning. My phone, my bike’s key and all the other things were inside so I couldn’t call my sister or anyone. Fortunately, one of my juniors was living on the 10th floor. Thank god he was there otherwise where would I have gone. I went to his apartment and rang the bell. It was 1 AM, he opened the door and after seeing me in the boxer he asked – Are you drunk? I said dude! give me some clothes. He said – What? I said- Can’t you see me? Give me some clothes to wear. He gave me a trouser and a PINK t-shirt, but it was okay as i had something to wear. I told him the whole matter. He said let us go to the secretary’s apartment, he might have a master-key. We went but the door was locked, we called him and he said he’s out of town. Then we both went to my neighbor’s door. I thought it was a good idea to jump from the neighboring balcony to my balcony. So i rang the bell and a lady opened the door. But as soon as she saw two men standing outside her door at 1:30 AM in the night, she slammed the door on our faces without saying or listening anything. My junior said, “call the owner and ask her for a duplicate key”, but that wasn’t possible because her number was in my phone and my phone was inside. I didn’t even know where she lived as we’ve always talked on phone and never met. I only remembered my father’s number, so I called him and asked to call my sister and tell her that I won’t be reaching Mumbai and that she had to travel alone. One thing was solved, that was informing my sister.ย  Then we called the police and asked for their help to break the lock and open the door but they refused.

It was 6 in the morning when watchman’s shift changed and another watchman came and by God’s mercy he had my owner’s phone number. I called her with my junior’s phone and told her the situation and asked for her address and we went there on his bike and got the key. She lived 25 miles away. Well, we took the key and came back and I opened the door. For me the sound of opening of that lock was melodious. I loved it. I went inside and saw my bag packed and my phone fully charged.

But it was too late, I missed my train. I called my sister and she told me that she had boarded the train. I still wanted to go home, but it was 1050 Kilometers away, that’s almost 650 miles. I decided that I will take the bus and asked my junior to drop me to the bus station. I don’t know from where he bought his bike because the maximum speed of his bike was 30 kms/hr and the distance to station was 20 kms. So it took us 40 mins to get there. There I found that there wasn’t any seat available in the Air Conditioned Bus and only 2 seats available in the Non-Ac bus. I had no other option so i took it. The temperature was 35 degrees celsius. I was sweating during the whole trip. But the next day i Finally reached my hometown. I called my mom and she came to pick me up and we went home.

Today whenever Iย think about that night, it makes me laugh. But if my junior hadn’t been there who would have helped me? It’s not always a good idea to live alone. It’s better to be and have someone’s company.

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5 thoughts on “Living alone wasn’t a good idea

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