It was Tuesday. I finished work at about eight at night. I started reading the book the minute I settled on the seat on the train.
The novel was exciting. The main character is on a beautiful island while the world is going through a pandemic. She was swimming along with a man in the ocean and pulled away by an undercurrent. The next page reveals that she is just waking up from a coma in a hospital.
At that exact moment, I realized I missed my stop too. I got out to the next station to take the train back to my intended station in a hurry. Once out of the train, I realize my handbag is still on the strain seat. Now, I am out with no credit card or money. I know my husband will be waiting at the station to take me home. But my phone was not giving any signal to call. I hunch the bag will be given to the lost and found. I told a cleaner at the platform about the missing bag. He told me to talk to the collector at the booth. The collector asked to go to the terminal station, just two stops away. There, people will clean trains. So I may get it back!
I decided to go to the last station. The janitors on the platform directed me to the supervisor's office. They had the bag!!!! So, finally, I reunited with my bag.
Lesson learned: Read the book, but stop reading it before the actual stop to prevent this kind of incident again!!!
The people working on TTC were very kind and helped that night.
Bindu
