meltdown day.

There are days when EVERYTHING goes wrong.

It started after the morning show of Aisha. The movie went smoothly, but the real chaos began when we decided to explore uncharted territory i.e. when Ifra suggested we leave City Centre.

• We walk to Mani Square in the oppressive, sultry heat.
• Ifra slips thrice on the escalator.
• The ketchup packets at McD's refuse to open. Ifra's first coke glass is leaky.
• The bus to ultadanga DOES NOT stop for us, and we are forced to jump of it while it is still in motion.
• The auto to Shovabajar almost hits a car.
• In the metro, we buy tickets for Park Street, and then get on the wrong train. After one stop, we get off at Shyambajar. From Shyambajar we get on the right train, except we don't know which stop is which since they don't announce it. Somehow we manage to get off at Park Street.
• On resurfacing from the underground station, we go the wrong way and end up near Victoria Memorial. Then we turn around and walk back to Park Street.
• I almost trip and fall in front of the Park.
• I almost trip again in Oxford.
• We drink warm, dilute Cold Coffee with big chunks of ice. The ice melts later, and it gets chilled.

At this point I'm left with 10 rupees. I had left home with 500.]

Both now tired and nervous wrecks, we walk back to New market for a while, and then disperse.

I don't know about Ifra after that, but my luck continued, as after coming back I had to go to my sir's house to give him something, and my car dropped me off at Laketown. Thus I had to walk to Bangur.. and on returning I thought since I was so tired I'd take a rickshaw. THEN I realized i had LEFT MY WALLET AT HOME. And so I had to walk back again.

P.S. My pudding didn't set either. KILL ME.