One fine day in November winter, I was lying in my bed and I got a call from a friend who asked me to get his phone recharged. I went out and did. By the time I reached my flat, I again got a call from other guy who asked me to do the same. And then the third call for the same. So, this left me in doubt I asked the matter. I was told that the group was leaving for Kathmandu from Nizamuddin Railway station and the train was at 2PM. It was 11 in the morning. I left bed, took shower and washed my clothes. I went to kitchen and started cooking. By the time it was 12 in the noon and then I realized that I should also leave. I had my hands smeared in dough, I had all my clothes drenched, they were dripping. I packed them in a poly-bag and then put them in my travel bag and counted my money. That time I only had 900 rupees or something and out of which I had got their phone recharged. So, without even washing my hands off properly, I just locked my place and ran out. I reached Gurgaon bus stand and checked with few auto walas for metro. Everyone told me more than 100 rupees. I was already short of money, I just wanted to save time. So, I called one of the guy who was going and was there at railway station to buy my ticket. Then, I took a shared auto and reached MG Road metro station. There, every one was staring at me. I was in my T-shirt and pajama and my hands were smeared in dough (I could not wash them properly). I finally boarded in. Somehow, my bag started to drip as there were drenched clothes in it. And everyone was watching me. The metro got some technical issue and stopped in the tunnel. And I was like, "why had it to happen with me only!". I was already getting late. So, finally it moved and I reached the station at sharp 2. Fortunately, the train was delayed by 15 minutes and I met the group.