Sixth sense

19th April 2025

That sense which I have not flaunted enough, at least I think so! My Sixth sense.

Year 2008: When I came to Pune for engineering, only Papa came to drop me off at the hostel. Mummy, instead, decided to stay back with Ma and Baba for moral support. But she was equally concerned and curious to see where her daughter would stay in the new city. Video calls were not that prevalent in those times; otherwise, she would not have had to wait until November 2008.

Luckily, there was a family wedding in Mumbai, which mummy and papa were coming to attend. They booked tickets so that they had a spare day and could visit me in Pune. They reached Pune at 11.30 am. I showed them the hostel and my room. We went to Dagdusheth Halwai Ganpati, took Darshan, and then showed them a few more spots in Pune. It was 4.30 pm and their return train from Mumbai was scheduled to depart CST at 7.50 pm. I don't know what made me cancel their tickets and instead book bus tickets for them from Pune. Being the typical middle-class parents they were not happy with this change, but I already got new tickets booked and train tickets cancelled so there wasn't much they could do. I got their dinner parceled and with disappointed faces, they boarded the bus. Their bus left and I went to my hostel. The next morning, they called me and thanked me. I did not understand this transition in behavior. Because, when they left, they were not happy. Then they asked me to go and watch the news in the common room of the hostel. All I could see was every news channel showing scenes from Hotel Taj and the CST shootout. I called my parents back, it was a feeling of close escape. If they returned from Mumbai, I would probably not have been able to make the call and talk to them now.



From that day, whenever I say something, they try to follow it without thinking much about the reason or logic behind it.

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