Tacit

On my way to office, I generally take a train to Kurla , from there another train to Dadar and finally a bus to Worli . Today was no exception, untill I boarded my second train to Dadar.... . After hanging out of the train for quite sometime, finally, when I got a chance to step inside the haphazardly crammed compartment, I saw one of God's unique creations, a lady in salwar kameez (probably heading to office). She had a huge built, was tall and had a heavy voice. She stood in front of me, or say, there I was standing right under her nose. I had to get to the other end of the compartment. Seeing no place to move, I asked the lady where was she getting down. " Matunga ", she said, in an unconcerned tone. I cleared my throat to match her thick voice and asked her to exchange the place as it would have been convenient for both of us. I moved, but she didn't. Instead she screamed at me in marathi , " pudhey chal, rasta addu nako (move ahead, don't block the wa...