Short story on advice not taken Suraj and nishil
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Like alf mothers, my mother too is a firm believer of the dictum that “Advice given day and night shall set your child right.” So whether it is six in the morning or twelve at night, I can never escape from her constant showers of advice. Some of them make sense some don’t. Now when the chance to travel independently from Agra to Goa came my way I was ecstatic. I looked forward to the adventure of my first solo train journey. As my packing began, so did her advice, “Don’t forget your medicines,” “Don’t trust strangers on the way,” “Never get off the train till you reach Goa” etc. etc. The train journey started off on a pleasant note, the weather was fine and I secured a window seat. I was fully furnished with snacks, water, soft drinks and my novel to read. Sitting across me was an extremely polite family. They had two teenaged daughters who kept me good company. We talked, shared our views about this and that. We joked and ate our lunch together. Time flew as one station passed another. We commented on the kind of people who came in, giggling and cracking jokes at their expense. Mr. and Mrs. Bhargava and their two charming daughters Neha and Supriya kept me good company. At night I went up to the upper birth. Neha helped me to climb up to it and everytime I had to come down, I would call for her assistance. “Such helpful people!”, I thought with joy. Finally the Madhgaon station, just short of the Goa Central came. We packed our f bags and got ready to bid each other goodbye. My uncle was to receive me at the station. I got down and looked all around but there was no trace of him. Mrs. Bhargava suggested that I should leave my bags with them at the platform and then go in search for my uncle. May be he was waiting for me at the exit gate. I quickly took their advice and sauntered off to the main entrance and exit gates. For about ten minutes I continued my search till at last I spotted him, hurrying towards me with apologies for being late. He was surprised to see me empty handed. I told him that my two travelling bags were on the platform with my fellow passengers taking care of them. We walked to the spot where I had left them. Now it was my turn to be surprised. There was no trace of either the Bhargavas or my bags. I had been royally duped. It was then that my mother’s advice sounded in my ears, “Neelu, don’t trust strangers whom you meet on the way.” I wish I had taken that precious advice.
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