The Nose
Not just 'The Nose' but 'My Nose'. Or even "My Nose! Its more important than that train you are trying to leap into, even as the doors are sliding shut in front of us!". That's what I wanted to yell at the guy who dashed out of the walkway at Notting Hill Gate station last week, used the wrong entry point, which was actually the exit point for everyone getting off the Central Line, and in the process nearly smashed my little nose. So there it was, I escaped my Surpanakha moment by just a few micro-seconds and without even being guilty of recklessly flirting with two warrior brothers and would-be-gods. Had I been walking a little faster, had I not been weighed down by my grocery bag, or had my nose been a few millimeters longer, the outcome my friends, could have been different. So I cursed some more inwardly, got onto the escalator and sarcastically hoped that his 'appointment' was worth it. By the time I reached the top of the escal...