I cursed the auto driver. His auto belonged to the British era. I pleaded with him, “Please drive faster. If I miss this bus, I will miss my connecting bus also.” He said, ” Sure, Ma’am,” and pretended to increase the speed. If I jumped and sprinted, I would reach faster.

But I didn’t know the route to the bus station, and no other autos were in the vicinity. Finally, when he dropped me off, I ran to the inquiry counter and asked where my bus was. He told me that it had already left five minutes ago.