The cool gust of wind hit him flush on his face and awoke him from his reverie. The chill only made the pain worse. This time round however the wound wasnt external. He could deal with that. It was his Ego that had been hit and it hurt bad. There was only one thought on his mind as he sat there alone on that dark damp cool night his loneliness only compounded by the misery of the situation he found himself in. The last twenty minutes had just flown by. There was only though on his mind 'how could this have possibly happened'?
It had all started so well just 24 hours ago. This was to be a very simple mission. He just had to go in exert some pressure, take care of a few little niggles and get out. There wasn't any fire fighting to be done this time. The Boss had told him just as the workday was getting over but there wasnt a problem. He had used his position to score good travel accomadations.
The wind picked up again and alongwith it the pain did too. The railway station was deathly quite. Nobody moved. Everyone waiting for the last train out of the place that would take them home. Well almost everyone. It was only the first part of the effort to undo all that had happened, for the tourist. He would be boarding a bus after this that would take him to his original destination where he should have been about six hours ago. This route would take him there about 14 hrs late. Those close to him knew how loathe he was to travel on one of those rickety state transport buses. Through all the humiliation though he could force a snicker. He was the subject of the joke on this occasion. The snicker would be transformed into loud laughter when he would tell his friends how he had landed in this unenviable position. "U SLEPT??" they would ask, their faces plastered with incredulous looks. No matter how inane it seemed that was the truth. He had merrily slept while his train had passed his intended get off and by the time he had realised what had happened he was some 180 km past the point.
And then the thought struck him. He and his buddies used to call one of his friends the 'King of Screw-ups'. Probably now they would reconsider.
It had all started so well just 24 hours ago. This was to be a very simple mission. He just had to go in exert some pressure, take care of a few little niggles and get out. There wasn't any fire fighting to be done this time. The Boss had told him just as the workday was getting over but there wasnt a problem. He had used his position to score good travel accomadations.
The wind picked up again and alongwith it the pain did too. The railway station was deathly quite. Nobody moved. Everyone waiting for the last train out of the place that would take them home. Well almost everyone. It was only the first part of the effort to undo all that had happened, for the tourist. He would be boarding a bus after this that would take him to his original destination where he should have been about six hours ago. This route would take him there about 14 hrs late. Those close to him knew how loathe he was to travel on one of those rickety state transport buses. Through all the humiliation though he could force a snicker. He was the subject of the joke on this occasion. The snicker would be transformed into loud laughter when he would tell his friends how he had landed in this unenviable position. "U SLEPT??" they would ask, their faces plastered with incredulous looks. No matter how inane it seemed that was the truth. He had merrily slept while his train had passed his intended get off and by the time he had realised what had happened he was some 180 km past the point.
And then the thought struck him. He and his buddies used to call one of his friends the 'King of Screw-ups'. Probably now they would reconsider.
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