While returning from my house I had my laptop bag, one other bagpack, a bag full of books and notes and the last one with winter's clothes(4 bags) And as usual I didn't call my father to ask any help from him. Because I always try to prove that I am his son ( Although being a girl is enough in itself, as we cannot compare what a man can do or what a woman can't do. Every person has it's own uniqueness and capabilities to perform certain tasks). Won't be digging the topic of Feminism or Warriors . 
Ah..So I reached my destination. I was standing on the bus stand, carrying all the 4 bags by myself. Waiting for some auto or rickshaw to notice me and come to me to ask where I want to go ? But unfortunately no one did. At last I took the bags,walked a few meters and asked 2-3 autos. They looked at my face and then my bags and spit those senseless words "han chalenge, 250 rs lagega". I am just like "uncle are you even listening to your own words? Your demand that is  nearly 15× more than the actual rate for the KMs that you would ride me to. Anyways all the autowale denied. Then left with no option but to take different rickshaws. (From A to B ,B to C and then finally from C to D). Such a tiring process. I sat in rickshaw number 2. That man first said yes and then Asked me to step down from his rickshaw saying that I have so many bags and now no other person is coming to his rickshaw. I said put the bags on the roof, simple. But he was worse than that. He didn't listen to me . So now I took my bags,again and stepped down. Took another one and anyhow reached final stop. I was almost crying but without letting my tears fall from eyes. Cursing the day and every autowala. It was getting darker and hostel gate was about to close. I am all sunk into that ..what if I don't make it on time ? 
Then a miracle finally happened. I met my new classmate. He was on bicycle. Our eyes met and we recognised each other. My heart just felt relieved that I finally saw someone I know. We greeted and the first thing he did was that He scolded me like why didn't I called him in the first place? Why I struggled, risked myself? He came with me to my hostel , helped me carrying the luggage,took a promise from me that I will call him whenever I need any kind of help. 
In a single day I met two kinds of persons : One who completely denied from helping me and the other one who left his work in order to help me reach safely to my hostel.

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