It was a hot summer evening and I was returning home after a long day at college. After waiting for a good half an hour, I managed to board an overloaded bus. And after much struggle, I got a place to stand. I happily accepted my corner
feeling as if I have won some battle.
I saw a commuter who was as old as my Grandpa and was badly drunk. First, I ignored him, then after a while, he lit his beedi.
I thought I’ll observe it for sometime to see if he discontinues, else I’ll definitely protest as the smoke was very
The man was testing my patience. Suddenly his beedi was about to touch my denims and I just lost it; I shouted at him,everybody was looking at me. I thought this city is just full of such ridiculous people.
Then came a voice from the crowd “Madam yahan beth jaiye main utarne wala hu”, (Please sit here, I am about to get down). I immediately grabbed the seat and thanked him. I thought his stop has come that's why he offered me his seat so no big deal. Then the next stop passed, he didn’t get off the bus and after four other stops, he got off the bus.
I felt how wrong was I. He just said those words so that I don’t refuse to take his seat. It was then that I realised Delhi is not that bad also. People are still good and helpful. I am proud to be a Delhiite.
— Sunaina Chopra