I hate this word “strike”.
Every time I plan my journey, I am stranded somewhere in the middle of my
journey. It had happened in the past, it is happening now and I know it will
happen again yet I cannot come in terms with this word.
I was done with my course
and was looking forward to getting home because I had been away from home for
about two weeks. I wanted to get home at the earliest because there were so
many things to be taken of and I knew
that my family needed me with them in their times of need. I waited for the
driver to pick me up when I got a call from my husband informing me about the
strike and the driver confirmed it. All my hopes of getting home on time were
shattered to drains and I could hardly stop myself from shedding tears.
My whole one day is
being wasted and I can do nothing to prevent it. My family waits for me
expectantly but I can’t proceed until the strike gets over. What a luck! :(
Oh, so sad to learn that you got stranded after singing your farewell Rivers of Babylon, :(. This strikes really disturbs our routine and particularly when it lasts very long I even become wild, with no mental peace. Such thing called strikes are so common in the STates where government is not stable or where some naxalite or militants dwell. I am fed up with strikes out here as well.
ReplyDeleteAny ways, wish u a happy journey when strike gets over.
Thanks for ur wishes. I m now back to my station. :)
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