These Bouts of Depression

Sometimes I get these unexplainable bouts of depression especially when there's a test coming up. So, what do I do? I straight away call my mom with the hope that she would ask me not to study and relax a bit......and this is what she exactly does every time.  Infected again by the same depression, which in all certainty was because there's a Macroeconomics test due on the 9th of March. So, after consulting mom and after a lot of fretting( because there was a feeling of guilt; as to how I could think of going out when there's so much to be done), I set out for Connaught Place.

I shopped and had lunch. On my way back, I was in line at the metro station waiting for the metro to arrive. There was an elderly lady right in front of me. She had short hair and was plump with a shopping bag in her hand and a purse on her shoulder. I didn't pay much heed to her at first because I was busy, more, in observing other people ( of all sorts) at the metro station.

The metro arrived and all of us got into it( the ladies' compartment). As usual everybody wanted a seat, so did I. Some were successful, some weren't. The same lady( I referred to earlier) and I were from the ones who didn't manage to get a place to sit. The lady seemed enervated and disappointed. The young and the thriving were seated but not one of them cared to offer her their place. I felt something inside me....it was the urge to go forward and ask some girls to make place for her; but at the same time something was pulling me back. I don't know what it was. It could be anything from disregard to fear or maybe incapacity.

Nevertheless, I engrossed myself into reading the book I was carrying in my bag. A few stations passed; some people left and some joined us in. I was still into the story. The next station was Kashmere gate which is an awfully busy station and also, this is the station where a lot of people get down from the Yellow line and you can hope to get a seat. This time when I lifted, my head my eyes went back to the same lady. Thankfully, she finally got a place to sit. I felt something inside, again, and this time without having to search for an answer, I knew that it was the feeling of relief that I don't need to see the lady standing anymore. What I also knew was that I should have gotten her a seat in the first place.

I resumed reading. After some more space was created I went over, sat beside the lady and continued to read. However, I could not stop myself from keeping a check at the lady from time to time. She was asleep now. Her head, resting against the glass panel at the edge of the seat.

So, I was in three worlds at the same time. One was that of the metro and the lady, the second one was that of the girl I was reading about and the third one was that of my thoughts which I gave to each one in turns. I was thinking what that lady was going through that made her look so debilitated. It's amazing how strangers can make an impact on your mind.

The train arrived at the university metro station and I got down leaving the lady still sleeping. She probably got down at some succeeding station. As for the novel, I am yet to complete it.

The bout of depression over; I must get back to work. Untill next time!