Stranger

Prologue:

Things happen in life. Whether it's coincidental or it's meant to be, no one knows. But things still happen. It's how you take it, that matters. Here's one story of mine. Well, it has got nothing to do with 'Life is What You Make It'. I just thought to say some message before telling this story. And here's to those people, who think that I'm 'boring-normal'. Well, I'm not. I'm everything that you think that I'm not. And to those think that I'm insane - "Oh yeah. Thanks so much". Being insane is my way. And here's one of my encounter. So, you ready?! 

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 Wind is shuttling past me, challenging me as it does. I'm holding the iron railing and gazing out. It’s a train ride, I’ve always loved. It's a train ride, that will never stop amusing me. It's classic, isn't it? What more would I want, than the craziness of footboard-train-ride?! It’s my way. And it will always be.

I thought the day is already perfect and nothing can make it even better. But then, I saw this person. Actually four of them. North Indians. In their twenties, I guess. He caught my eyes as soon as he entered the compartment.

Twinkling eyes and a crinkling smile. His face was like, lit-up, literally. (I'm not so good at describing the looks of a person. But anyway, I try!) He had a bottom layers of 'fair' skin tone. And, that made him look even more appealing. He was wearing a gray Tee and frayed Jeans and fluorescent orange sports shoes. And he was wearing black metal earring. You know, that was cool…no...hot!

He saw me, and I suddenly realized that I'm staring at him. And I averted my eyes. I don’t know, it's not my type - staring at people and getting caught. (That's quite embarrassing, actually.)

I can't help turning my eyes back to him. He was smiling – no, not at me, but the earphone mike he has between his teeth. I don’t know who he was talking to. But he kept looking at me, once in a while. Well, two can play this game. And I did.

Did I say they’re Hindi-people? Well, they are. The other three were talking like anything. And he was on the phone, all the while. I had a urge to ask him, ‘Thera naam?’ and mein?, ‘Sha’. And that would’ve been a memory.

Hmm…there is this other thought from my so-called-logical-part-of-me, ‘What if they’re terrorists? Or kidnappers? Huh?’

I didn’t have any answers for that. And I didn’t open my mouth to him, either. Time and my lovely train whizzes by. Just like that, my stopping came! I just walked down of the train at my stop…glanced back…that’s it, end of the story.

It’s always like this. I like to talk to people, make contacts, create memories. But then, I can’t open this dumb mouth of mine… I’m good at making blasting thoughts…and only that.

Good Bye, dear Stranger - you made my day!

Epilogue - Author's Note: 

 

If you’re asking me, if this is voicing of my love-at-first-sight, it’s a big NO. Love? That word makes me laugh – a sad laugh, at that. Been there. Done that. Died once. Betrayed, a big time. I don’t dare speak that word out loud…not in a million years. A crush? Definitely NO.

Then what is this? My desperate wish to do what I think. I just can paint it in my words. See it once. And try to forget it. Once again! And this Stranger (I'm calling him that!) stuck to my mind like a glue. Now that I've told you, I could forget him and concentrate on 'Principles of Management'...(tongue out!, Will you keep my Secret?!)

To him,

Anyway Stranger, I can’t turn back time. But if I see you once again, I hope I’ll talk to you. (Oh, of course logical-me, I’m gonna get a pepper-spray! You know, in case if he’s really a terrorist?! Until it's safe for a girl in India to feel safe, I'm carrying a pepper-spray and a pocket-knife, maybe. Yeah, that will do!!!)

Quite Confused,

-Sp-

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