Last day of 3rd semester. Everybody around was jubiliant as next 40 days were assured to be fun filled. Same was in my mind n soul. 4 dayz later had a train back to home. All friendz had left before n I was the last to go home n it became a ritual for me to leave last (i too dont know the reason..). boarded the train as scheduled n after a marathon journey of pathetic 29 hrs. Stepped down at Delhi at 5:30 pm. Delhi’s chill had started wrapping into its engulf by that tym. Had a connecting train to Alwar at 9:00 pm. Fog n mist were in the air thus making the surroundings more cold n lovable(i was freezing though!!!... :P). Felt an deep urge to have a coffee but decided to postpone d plan n put my headphones n starting glancing through novel “Chicken soup for the soul” sitting on one f the busiest railway platforms of India. Crowd n noise around were really annoying .Things went on and after 20 minutes or so, a feminine voice distracted me from my reading delight. I looked up and away from the book and found a girl of age 22 something(m predicting a female’s age... commiting a cardinal sin... :P) was standing n uttered “plz will u remove ur bag from the bench!!”. I had kept my bag also on the bench as if my Dad has brought me the railway bench along with the ticket. I removed it , she made space for herself and sat next to me with her handbag between both of us. Clad in lavender suit she appeared as a student of some reputed Management school. Plz dont look for description of that gal,, describing a girl is not my cup of tea...i can only say tat she was pretty.. hehehe.. anyways, i tried to concentrate back to my book reading. My phone rang n it was mummy enquiring about my well being n talked to me for about 2-3 minutes. I was about to keep my phone back into pocket n the gal sitting next to me broke the ice n chirped in her low pitched voice..”kya tym ho rha h abhi??”. I replied “ its 6:30”. “OMG!!... i have a lot more time to wait for my train”... she said. I smiled n went back to the book. then again she interrupted in my book reading n asked “where r u goin??”. Got frustated to hear this n hiding my frustation I replied “Alwar”. She said ‘ok”..not being rude i also asked “where r u goin??”. “m going to Guwahati”.. she said smiling. I also smiled back. We both had to travel alone but for me it was a affair of just 3 more hours to Alwar but she had a long way to go. Anyways at tym mist of cloud couldn’t resist more n bursted in form of rain showers. This winter rain of Delhi reminded me of “November Rains” one of the classiscs of Guns n Roses. Though I was sittin under TIN shade but water was dripping outta small crevices in the tin shade so had to search for ssafer palce for shelter. I lifted my bag n she too felt the same n came along with me. After searching for 5 minutes we both went into a the nescafe coffee outlet at platform which serves as a best CAFE ala CARTE in our college. Now, I was happy to have a company of someone atleast fo some time.... (contd.)..
PS1: wat happnd in coffee shop to b followed in next post.
PS2: this incidence has no relavance with my life anymore. As its ending will suggest the same,which is up for next post.
