The moment she got out of the train, she saw him. And he was the last person she wanted to see today. After a long tiring day at work, a short cat nap in the train she had slept past Vile Parle station. And the moment she got down at Andheri, she saw him. The tall imposing personality, dressed in his usual crisp style. At that moment she wished she would vanish into thin air. Or just tap her toes and rush to Oz....or anywhere, but here. Her mouth went dry and beads of perspiration soaked her forehead. Her heart was racing. He invoked all the old memories in her. Of her last meeting with him, the pain, the despair and the trauma. And there was no way she could have avoided him. She stood rooted to her place till the jostling crowd of passengers pushed her and she almost fell.
So the moment of confrontation was here. "I'll pass by him, like I never saw him." And if he does recognize me, or call me out I will face him. She suddenly developed a spring in her walk and with an air of confidence marched towards the bridge, to face him-- the ticket collector, confident to explain why she was at Andheri station, while her ticket was valid only upto Vile Parle.