"I wrote this a few months ago, I don't remember exactly when. Out of the humble expectation that there is something more than litter in this piece, I post it here..."
A refreshing evening after a sunny day slowly drifted into the coldness of the night. The night gifted me welcome shivers as I sat casually, lazy to take out a blanket or sweater out of my bag. Here, in S9 coach of the Mangalore-Chennai Mail, the crowd was surprisingly sparse for a train to Chennai. I dozed to sleep gradually.
I opened my eyes in response to a sudden gush of air. The search for the source of that gust ended on a window. Near the window sat a beautiful girl in here early twenties - I was grateful to the wind and the window for offering me this delightful sight. Her sleepy eyelids that drooped travelled back everytime, probably because of the fear that she might sleep off, and somebody might snatch her handbag from her. There indeed should have been something inside that handbag that she valued very much. When our eyes met for the first time, I earnestly tried to convey my assurance, but the fraction of a smile that followed on her lips meant that she knew I adored her. I have no idea how much time passed from then. No moment that passed was dull, but I wished the train sang a lull so that this beautiful girl could sleep. I wanted to see her sleep, for I have seen that girls are more beautiful when they sleep.
And finally, when I could hold my sleep no more, I rose from my seat, climbed on to the upper berth, and slipped to a deep, peaceful sleep, although surprisingly without any dreams about that beautiful girl. When I woke up in the morning, that girl was not in her seat. I had a week's office work ahead to bother, and so without staying back in search for that girl, I got out of the train. I will meet her probably in my next train journey. Or there is this theory that one of my friends coined - there is at least one beautiful girl one will meet in every train journey!
Never sleep??
ReplyDeleteso craze.
Pu-erh