So there we were—two slightly overexcited women out on a “catch-up-with-a-friend” day. You know the type: too much talking, zero planning, and a high probability of public embarrassment. The adventure began at Alexandra Palace station, where we were supposed to change trains and glide into central London. Except... our train decided to show up early. On another platform. Because of course it did. With my slow-motion running. Ash and I bolted up the stairs Over. Ash, being the braver of the two, flung herself at the train ,stood right in the middle of them — preventing the doors from closing by sheer force of will. Heroine vibes, but with a backpack. I eventually reached the train, panting like a tired pup, and climbed in with the grace of a sloth !. We were both giggling uncontrollably, wheezing like asthmatics, while fellow passengers threw a ' what on earth look' All very Mumbai local meets London drama. Now came the “hunt for the empty seat.” I spotted one! Victory...
Experiences penned in poetic form...